// promise //

"What if this all ends one day?" JC'd asked once, another lifetime ago, and Chris had pulled him close in the endless moment between too early and too late, and said what he thought JC would want to hear.

"I won't let it." Breathed into fever-warm skin, and in the soft grey light, the words had sounded surer than he'd felt. "I promise."

Don't ever make promises you can't keep, his mother always said, and, I won't, mama, he'd answered. I won't.

And now, here with JC asleep soundly beside him, slow, even breaths, Chris knows he's kept his word.

-for chrismm

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