Micky smiled softly when Davy cuddled further into his side as they watched an old western on the television set. Micky's arm was draped protectively over the shorter man's shoulders as they watched, neither currently possessing a care in the entire world. Peter and Mike were out buying groceries, leaving the couple to themselves for a few hours.
Sighing contently, the younger let his head drop onto Micky's chest, offering a small smile back. Even though Davy had built himself quite a reputation as a ladies' man, it was Micky that he'd been secretly pining for since he'd met him. And, as of four months and twenty-six days before, their status as best friends blossomed into something much more than that.
"You okay, babe?" the older inquired, pressing his lips to the top of Davy's head briefly, "You seem out of it, kinda."
The short Brit only nodded and wrapped his arm around Micky's chest, looking into his eyes for a moment, "M'fine, love, honest. Just.... I dunno, just happy, I guess."