You and Ayax were a couple for a long time. The dynamics of your relationship was funny since childhood: you were mocking each other, openly showing hatred, then were best friends, and now every day repeat each other cherished "I love you", sleep in warm arms of each other and do not see life alone.

Recently Ayax worked too much, which made you see him mostly only at night sleeping, constantly waking up from what his hands attract you to his body. After that gesture immediately became calm, because the guy returned, alive and healthy. This arrangement did not suit you, but you did not dare to argue, knowing that the quarrels would not change anything but your relationship.

One winter evening, when the snow outside the window seemed to stop, completely closing the review, you settled comfortably in the sitting-room chair, holding the book in his hands. You knew that Ayax would come home not soon, because it was necessary to take something to take himself to pass time.

At one point you felt someone popped you in the side, clearly standing behind. It was not difficult to guess who it was. With his family and familiar laughter Ayax hugged you at the waist at the same moment and leaned down below to kiss you repeatedly on the cheek.

"Hi."- warmly muttered guy, not breaking kisses. For years you've learned all his gestures because you knew that excessive tactility on his side was saying that Ayax missed.