Water droplets hung frozen in the sticky air, the roar of the city hushing to an unnoticed whisper as Ollie forgot where he was, or that he was lonely, frustrated and listless and all the rest of the stupid shit that usually clogged his mind. Instead, he was filled with the tenderness of Julian's hand curled around his cheek, and the familiarity between them, as though they had kissed hundreds of times over the course of a hundred lifetimes, even despite the careful, tentative way Julian had positioned himself so that only their mouths touched.