Ferran couldn't stop the tiny whimper he emitted after Nikolai breathed against the paint on his arm. Oh God. The thought came through unfiltered due to Nikolai's question and Ferran's immediate reaction. It sounded a lot more intense than he meant it. Well, more intense than a reaction to a painting should ever be. He rubbed his nose against his hand to clear his mind as he poured over the image he received. It's breathtaking.
The statement was true. Ferran couldn't find words to convey how the painting made him feel. He relayed a few thoughts of togetherness - playing in the snow, tossing snowballs at one another, sitting on a couch by the fire, climbing the tree while the sun shone bright, laughter. The people in the images weren't Nikolai and Ferran, mostly random, like watching a Hallmark commercial. He wished it was the two of them, but didn't want to push it.