John held the ball in his hands and savored the warmth. Warmth of his love for when they were apart. He smiled and leaned over to set it next to the blooming flower.

He then leaned in and kissed the man, savoring the moment. He then pulled back and smiled at him. "I love you." He stroked his cheek gently.

He was hard to believe they used to fight and bicker. His memories and that of the first Persephone were twined together. They were one now.