"P'Kin."

"Yes."

"What if..."

"Oh God." Billkin let out a sigh, as if he already knew what was going to come.

The concerns. The unreasonable concerns that PP came up with when they were utterly, fully, completely happy.

"Let me, finish my sentence," PP pinched Billkin's elbow with a bit of dissatisfaction, "What if, one day, I forget everything about you, even your face, your name, everything. What would you do to remind me of you, and remind me of us?"

Billkin was about to answer his boyfriend's question with a joke as he always did, but he was caught off guard with the look PP was giving him. It was a starry stare with a sense of certainty, waiting for Billkin's answer, hoping it would be something worth remembering. Billkin might be insensible at times, but he knew that look. He knew what he was going to do.

Billkin held both of his boyfriend's hands and kissed them, whispering against the warm skin. "I'll kiss you," he said, "like how I kissed you on our disastrous first date. It all went downhill there, remember? You said you weren't sure about me but you kissed me back; I didn't know how to kiss and you were grabbing my hair so strongly it hurt. But it was beautiful, and it was worth it. And we'll make new memories that way. I'll continue to give you new memories with a kiss, P."

Tears started to cloud PP's vision. He was suddenly at a loss for words, when he was so ready to pick up every little word and rebut Billkin. PP wasn't ready to get reminded of how he fell in love, when he was just asking Billkin if he forgot about it one day.

"P, I'll kiss you over and over until you know nothing but us."