"I'll never get tired of this," Will says, sighing contentedly.
"What's that?" Peter asks, walking up behind Will and wrapping his arms around his waist.
"This feeling, this contentment." Will smiles. "These sunsets."
Peter chuckles. "You'll get tired of them. You are the same man who said you can't understand how people can lose their shit over something that happens every single day."
Will considers this. "True, but that was before I found someone who helped me see them in a different light."
"Tell me that pun wasn't intentional," Peter groans.
"Sorry," Will giggles. "You still love me?"