"That makes me want to destroy everyone who ever said they loved you before me." He can't imagine how you can tell someone you love them without loving all of them. Ash would gladly drown in the darkness of his eyes. He loves seeing Ganymede carefree and smiling and he loves to see the darkness of the man who has lived and fought for thousands of years. Both men live in those eyes that can be tawny and bright or bottomless in their darkness.

"Truth." He hums at the back of his throat. His eyes are dark and a little heavy from the cozy high that is starting to set in. Another drink of whiskey slides down his throat. "The first time we kissed what did you really think?"

Ganymede had told him it was nothing. That friends could kiss without it meaning anything.