Martin and Theo (left-wing Persians, gays)

Martin adored daisies and anything spring-like. Theo thought it was a silly habit, but he tolerated it every time Martin stared at the top of his head with that "it's going to be beautiful now" look.

Today they were simply walking through the park after class. It was cool, the sky was overcast, and no one else was sitting on the lawn.

"Stop. Don't move, " Martin said.

• Daisies again...?

• Don't move.

Theo stood staring at nothing as Martin's cold fingers combed through his hair. The wind ruffled his curls, and the daisies were barely holding on—they'd already fallen twice.

“That’s it, it’s ready, ” Martin said and took out his phone. “It’s so beautiful.”

• I look like a flowerbed.

Theo rolled his eyes, but when Martin walked on, he caught up with him and took his hand.