Sitting together, arms around each other, under the tree it was easy to get drowsy when Red got quiet. Blue hardly minded. The peaceful, warm afternoon and the smell of grass on the breeze was its own kind of lullabye, and they’d already worn each other out battling.

Blue leaned on Red’s shoulder, shoving the brim of his hat out of the way as he did so, and made himself comfortable.

Red looked down at him with a smirk and adjusted his cap, low over his eyes. He pulled Blue closer.

“Bastard,” Blue mumbled fondly, and Red kissed his forehead.