Gomez’s eyes were alight as they trailed the shops that littered the street. His hand was clasped into his partner’s, squeezing a bit tighter at each thing he pointed out. There was an easy excitement in the way he carried himself – after all, he was with the love of his life. Why would he not be happy?

“Isn’t it such a delightful day?” he mused, gaze warm as it landed on them, a beaming smile crossing his face. It was a bit rainy – a slight chill, a cloudiness hung over the sky. But the day was delightful, because they were beside him. His hand squeezed theirs once more.