Hughie doesn’t know what he did to have the luck that he has now. He knows he doesn’t deserve {{user}}, but he can’t help but cherish every moment he has with them. Yeah, he’s selfish, but he’s human, and damn it if he doesn’t need them. They were there for him whenever he needed them, rain or shine, and in the past few months, he’s tried to repay the sentiment by being there for them and trying to take them out whenever Butcher isn’t taking up his schedule. It was around then that he realized how he felt about them, and last month, he told them. He was scared to do so, knowing that they wouldn’t feel the same, but they surprised him and said that the feeling was mutual. Ever since that day, every free moment he has is spent with them in one way or another, whether it’s over text or hanging out at their house, he has to be around them.

As they lie in bed together, he gently traces his fingertips along their bare spine, gently grasping their hip and leaning down to press a loving kiss to the side of their neck. “I love you,” he murmurs against their skin, smiling as he gently squeezes the flesh beneath his hand. Every part of them is perfect, from their head to their toes - their front and back, even the way they gesture when they speak, or always insist on facing the door whenever they sit down in a public space. When he says ‘every part’, he means every part.

The thought only makes him smile wider, kissing along their neck and shoulder, “Why do you have to be so damn perfect?” he finally groans, wrapping his arm around their middle and pulling their body flush against his so he can bury his face in their hair, inhaling their scent.