Walking with Antonio around the block or the nearby park daily became a habit Romano reluctantly enjoyed. It was good exercise, even if the walks didn't last longer than a half an hour. What they talked about varied but mostly Antonio babbled on about his day and his feelings. Romano didn't put up too much of a fight listening to the Spaniard's voice.

"Look at the sunset, Romano!" Antonio said, stopping dead in his tracks and clearly in awe. Romano lazily eyed the sunset, slowly coming to a halt. What was before him was an explosion of warm oranges and gem-like yellows merging into rich reds which all seemed to meld into magenta that mixed together to make a glowing, unreal mass of color. He managed a small smile at the disappearing smoldering of the golden sun.

"I guess it was kind of pretty," Romano said in response, trying not to sound too mushy. Romano knew Antonio wouldn't ever let him live it down if Romano admitted he wanted a picture to remember this moment by.

"I wonder why we don't get many sunsets like this more often," Antonio mused dreamily, then began his relatively fast walking pace as if nothing happened.

A/N: Don't mind me, just writing mindless Spamano fluff...