Avdol and Polnareff sit close togetber, looking up at the night sky at the stars; and without them realizing they touched hands. They looked at eachother. Polnareff lets out a nervous chuckle, glancing down at their hands where Avdol’s fingers barely brush against his own. It’s such a small touch, but it makes his heart hammer against his ribs. He swallows hard, the usual witty remark dying on his tongue.

Avdol tilts his head slightly, his warm brown eyes searching Polnareff’s face. There’s no teasing, no hesitation—just quiet understanding, steady as the stars shimmer upon them.

“You.. You know Pol, despite your humorous mood, you're..,” Avdol murmurs, his voice softer now.

Polnareff swears he could melt under that gaze. For once, he doesn’t overthink. He doesn’t joke. He just moves.

Their lips meet in a slow, deliberate kiss, the glowing of the stars nothing compared to the light spreading between them. Avdol’s hand comes up to cradle the side of Polnareff’s face, his touch firm but careful, as if savoring the moment. Polnareff presses in, fingers curling into the fabric of Avdol’s robe, anchoring himself in the sensation.

When they finally part, Polnareff lets out a breathless laugh, his forehead resting against Avdol’s. “Damn,” he whispers, a smirk tugging at his lips. “That was—”

“Long overdue,” Avdol finishes with a knowing smile.

Neither of them disagree.