It was like I had just dug my way out of my grave again. Only it wasn't wet and cold and dirt in my mouth. I never thought... I expected to lose himself to Lucien. Not that.

[ He looks up at Fjord again, reaching to touch a bearded cheek softly. He smiles even though his eyes are still wet and he stands on his tippytoes to gently press their foreheads together. ]

Do you know, love? You said you think I love you to empty me.