“There’s no need for you to ask for anything. I’m…offering,” he murmurs, but again, it’s unclear exactly what his offer is. Though his breath comes a tiny bit faster as he tentatively, briefly, presses his lips to the corner of Joshua’s. It’s not quite a kiss. And yet.

Their knees and legs are pressed close and he takes a deep breath in, inhaling Joshua’s scent, his unique musk, tannic and manly. He thinks he’ll never be able to forget it.

“I want to make you happy, Joshua. As happy as you’ve helped make me while I’m here.”