Sometimes, Jensen has to remind Jared that he’s important. He has to hold Jared’s hand, his thumb caressing the top of the younger man’s knuckles. He has to hold Jared like he’s a tiny child rather than a man with an astounding height of six foot four. He has to pet Jared’s hair, kiss his forehead, whisper that Jared is so fucking perfect into his ear until he finally gets it. Until he understands. Jensen hates when Jared puts himself down. He feels almost like he’s failed his lover, like Jared isn’t happy. He wants to see Jared’s smile, he wants to see Jared laughing and giggling until tears are streaming down his face. So whenever Jared is feeling down, Jensen spends the entire night worshipping Jared’s beautiful body, kissing every inch of skin, tracing every perfect line with his tongue, caressing every smooth part of his best friend’s gorgeous body. And when he slides into Jared’s body, settling inside of him, it seems that every weight in Jared’s shoulders lift, and he looks... calm. Staring back at Jensen with those mesmerizing hazel eyes, captivating him, reminding him that he’s still there. It’s the best feeling in the world when Jensen takes care of Jared, really reminds him that he’s special. It’s the moments Jared and Jensen both live for.