There are moments he loves over others.
It’s not the running, it’s not the silent thanks of the planets he’s saved. It’s not those rare triple sunsets or the danger.
It’s these tender moments between the two of them that he cherishes most, the way their bodies fit together, the way their fingers nimbly move to the right places. It’s in the way they whisper names and in the way they fall together like puzzle pieces, starting where the other ends and becoming an end to the other’s start.
It’s moments like these when the world crumbles and disappears, leaving only the silence between them and nothing but air. They fight. They hit, they yell. But in the end, this is what it’s for. It’s for being together, sharing their feelings through the physical contact. It’s in these moments the universe and all it’s inhabitants revolves around him and only him, and he’s holding onto him like the back of a comet.