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Thinking back on the moment, it was easy for Apollo to feel like he'd somehow known it would be the last time he and Clay ever kissed.
"The launch is in a couple of days. I'm sorry, I won't be able to see you again until I'm back."
"It's okay, Clay, I'll keep the planet warm for you."
They laughed. Clay gently cuffed him on the chin, and pulled him to his body, tilting his face up to kiss him. It tasted like strawberry fields, and the warmth of the sun on your face, and Apollo would remember it forever.