The sun was setting over the great lakes. Samuel, taking pictures with some drag queens at the parade, noticed William approach the harbour.
"'sup?" the cougar asked, nuzzingly against his leather-dressed husband.
"Just thinkin', is all."
"About what?"
"About how my own lakes look like Lake Emma."
"Oh."
William sighed, and pulled Sam closer with a hug.
"You remind me a lot of Echo too. White stars, red blood. But now, you're just the colours of the sunset."
"Into poetry, uh? Murdoch and Cliff may take offense to that."
"Let them, I'm bearing my motherfuckin' soul to you."
"By all means, keep on goin'."
Samuel kissed William's cheek, who turned his head and kissed his husband in full, tongues wrestling inside their snouts. They stopped, saliva dribbling down into the waters below.
They kept staring at the setting sun, before rejoining the pride parade.
