I love the idea that Swiss never actually stops flirting with Phantom.
They're eighty years into their relationship.
They have grown kits.
Grandkits.
Swiss still walks past Phantom in the gardens and goes,
"Fancy seeing someone this pretty out here."
Phantom doesn't even look up from pruning the roses.
"You literally married me."
"I know."
"You saw me this morning."
"I did."
Phantom rolls his eyes and Swiss grins.
"Still pretty."
Phantom smiles despite himself.
Every.
Single.
Time.

















