Just think of Jay and Gil on their global expeditions, sailing the world and having such a great time together. Think of the late nights on the sea with the clear expanse of sky speckled with stars twinkling overhead while they relax on the deck, maybe locked in a wordless embrace while they listen to the soft wind whistling in the sail or the gentle waves lapping against the side of the boat. Think of Gil playing with Jay’s hair absent-mindedly, his fingers entwined in his thick, dark tresses. And Jay is so happy, like actually beaming because fuck, he’s with the love of his life in the middle of nowhere but that least they’ve got the stars and the wind and the waves and each other. And Jay squeezes Gil tighter, nuzzling his face further into Gil’s hair and whispering ‘I love you’ because he does, and because the moment is perfect, and because he knows he could stay like this forever, and they’ve got so much time to stay like this. So he gets to say his one million ‘I love you’s’, laugh with him at their bad jokes, and indulge in the kisses, the cuddles, and the mushy-gushy romance because it’s just the two of them. The two of them against the world.