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This is the cutest thing I have read all day.❤

this really just occurred to me, but what a concept...

what if Evan isn't Tommy's sunshine? what if he's actually his sunset? because like, we know Tommy's life is just as pedal to the metal, wild and crazy, do things on a whim as Evan's is. he's a firefighter too, and he's a pilot, and this man literally flew his friends into the remnants of a hurricane on a whim (not even one that had a whole lot of support behind it).

and I just...like yes, it's very sweet to imagine our golden retriever Evan Buckley be the boyfriend that lights up Tommy's entire world and makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside (and I think he still does do that).

but like... it's not the sunshine that does it for Tommy. it's the afterglow of the oranges and pinks, just before twilight. it's the way that, after a long 24 where he had to fly into a storm and make some really risky decisions, he comes home to this beautiful man who just wants to make him dinner and take care of him. he wants to sit at the table and drink wine and talk about family and sex and the atoms in the sky and whatever deep dive he's been on, but not in this frenetic way. he wants to do it in an almost lazy way, the same way they lay next to each other at the end of the night, naked literally and figuratively. because yes, Evan makes him feel warm, but it's not that burning hot, can't stop sweating, need ice cubes down the side of your neck heat (at least not all the time).

it's that warmth you get when you wrap yourself up in your winter comforter fresh out of the dryer. it's your cup of coffee that's been sitting on the counter for ten minutes, so it's not burning hot anymore but when that first drop hits, it still feels like something's being soothed inside. it's the feeling of someone's warm hands on your cold cheeks after coming in from the snow, melting down the hard edges into soft curves. its the meeting at the door after a shift, being greeted with a soft kiss and a warm hug that doesn't expect anything more than just to say hello.

it's the kind of love that comes along and doesn't send you spinning, tripping over your own feet; it just kind-of gently nudges you into this soft free fall, and for as much as that can be scary, you know the other person is right there beside you, going through the same motions.

that's why i was thinking about.

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