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"Don't you ever miss your family?"

 Owen opened his eyes at the question. He was lying on the couch, his head in Curt's lap, Curt's hands in his hair. He closed his eyes again. "Why are you asking, love?" He felt Curt shrug. "Just wondering." Owen pretended to think about this and reached for Curt's hand. Curt chuckled softly and moved his hand so Owen couldn't reach it, but eventually he gave in and held Owen's hand. "I think it's more than that," Owen said.

"How so?"

"I think you miss your own family and you want me to relate to you." Curt fell quiet. Owen pressed a kiss against the back of Curt's hand. "Well, you're lucky, darling. I do miss my family."


"Really. I just...don't really like to talk about it. I probably should. Talk about it, I mean." Curt intertwined their fingers. "You know that you can, if you want." Owen sighed. "I know. Maybe I will. Probably for the best. But only if you talk first." He said it in a half-joking tone, but he was dead serious. "Seriously? You're that childish?" Curt asked teasingly. "I am. Now tell me about whatever's on your mind." 

Curt let go of Owen's hand and cupped his face, rubbing one of his thumbs over his cheek. "Alright, if you really want me to."

"I do."

He huffed. "Fine. I just...I miss my mom. And my dad. I mean, I know that he left us when I was a baby, but still, I'd like to have a dad. Not-not that my mom isn't amazing, of course, but a father would have been nice, I think. And now all of this free time gives me a lot of time to think about all of that but I'm thinking too much and it's making me feel bad." Owen placed his hand on top of one of Curt's. "I get it," he said softly. "And I miss my family too. But we can't spend all day thinking about what we don't have, Curt, because it's very special what we do have now, and we shouldn't let what we don't have distract us from...well, from us."

"I know. I can't help it. I want to spend as much time as possible with you, I really do, but I'm overthinking everything and-"

"Well," Owen interrupted him. "Then just pretend that I'm your family, alright, love? It might help." He reached up blindly, his eyes still closed, and he eventually found Curt's face and cupped it. He felt Curt smile. "I don't have to pretend you are, Owen."