—— 𝐉𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓.

I don't know this pink haired guy, but he looks at me with so much unsettling malice..

I'd like that..

I might need another stitch in it.

I love my friend

The rest of my life with him besides me.

It's all I could ask for.

It is.. It really is.

He is. Things were never simple or easy where we're from. Even as kids.. but having him besides me is...I'm thankful for him. And I'm proud of him. For the man he's become..after everything.

There's nothing I wouldn't do for him and I just hope to spend — ++

They're so cute and youthful.

He's my best friend in the whole world. No matter the world..

He means everything to me.

As in.. the Damian also as time displaced as me.

Oh, I do.

I just know my Damian won't let anything happen.

I meant you're old now.

So cute and adorable.

I never realized you used to be cute, Damian

Looking at him like this, it's actually endearing.

He's cute.

You'll be my sole target.

I'll still beat you up.

Yes, I do. Very much actually.

Interesting...

🤨

[ He had Damian. His Damian back.. & that laugh & joy he still managed to hold inside, watching him erupt with laughter despite all they'd gone through.

𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺.

𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. ]

I missed seeing you laugh..

That's going to hurt you more than it does me—

[ words came through his laughter, feeling the gentle 'thump' that came from the kick. But even that deadly gaze there was a wave of comfort — familiarity. Just like the 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴.

Before the pain & loss wore them down. ] ++

[ A soft exhale to regain his composure, finding that smile again for his friend. ]

Damian..I promise you.

I'm.....

Definitely going to be bringing it up.

[ Palm slid over his mouth, an attempt to silence laughter so he wouldn't cause a scene. ]

He was overwhelmed by so many emotions where words failed to describe. It had always been them...how could be possibly dare to exist anywhere without him. They were two halves of a single whole. Day & night, sun & moon — & Damian had been that sun. His light. ]

++

Then.. Not goodbyes. Just.. see you tomorrows, see you laters, see you again. Goodbye feels so.. permanent.

[ There was still a worry that linger over the hero, shifting slightly in his seat with a clear of his throat. He hadn't meant to get so sentimental but looking over at Damian — ++

// I now write Jon with the intent of romancing Dee through him.

Now, the hard part....Learning to live again. And with my best friend, too.

[ There came a break in his words, his expression suddenly serious if not holding back his hurt. ]

...I swear I'll never let anything happen to you. I don't think I could take another goodbye.

Like the whole invisible jet incident.

But....I like that plan. We can take it day by day... I'd love to see my family again..I just know it'll be different with them not....really being them. I don't want to spring myself on anyone.

But I'm not scared. I think we got through the scary part. ++

You are the man with the plan, afterall. Plans. Several of them.. Always thinking over every thing but that's just what you do best.

Hm.. Sometimes.

[ Teeth bared in a smile, lightly poking fun at the other from light fumbles in their youth — bursting into softened laughter. ]

++

Then...Let's make a home here...

Where we only have to be what we want.. Damian and Jon.

[ To live free as the skies he could soar, side by side the other — what he had left of home? No. Damian was home. Wherever the two of them end up..it were home enough for him.

& Jon smiled, his expression softened but vibrant as the sun, with just as much warmth that came with it. ] ++