The sun beamed bright through the morning sky, and there lay Achilles and Agamemnon. Looking up at the sky was Agamemnon, while Achilles lay his head in his lap, Agamemnon played with the boy’s hair, sighing as he gazed up to the blue sky. It was one of the only times he wasn’t teasing.

The two teenagers lay comfortable on the grass, the morning breeze blowing down on the pair.

“Agamemnon, are you comfortable?”