It happened three days after Merton moved back from Heidelberg. Tommy ws lounging on his bed, half scanning over his class notes and half watching Merton.

"Do you actually understand any of this?" He asked, eyes drifting back to to his pages upon pages of chicken-scratch writing.

Merton looked up. "Of course I do." He crossed the room to sit beside his best friend. "It's easy. An empirical formula is no different from a regular formula except that its indicating the relative proprotions of the--"

Tommy's hand covered the other boy's mouth to stop the lecture before he got entirely lost. "Merton?"

"Mrhmm?" He answered, voice still distorted by the hand.

"I just wanted you to come over here." he pulled his hand away, leaning in just the few inches -- were they really always this close -- to press his lips to Merton's.

When they separated, just a moment later, after a short, sweet, passionaite kiss, Merton grinned. "Glad you figured out how to shut me up, because now I don't remember how the empiracal formula works."



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