Welt knows love because he knows you. It’s a very simple thing.

His name isn’t inked on your skin, like so many other soulmates are, but he feels that pull. He knows your souls are made to match.

“You never get tired of this?” he asks, leaning his forehead against the back of your shoulder. You’re brushing your teeth. You get up at the same time nearly everyday to do it. He has your whole schedule ingrained into him, as you are. Welt kisses the side of your head tiredly.