For his part, Vegas pried his fingers from Pete's shoulder and let his arms wrap around Pete's waist. He leaned in and rested his chin on Pete's probably bruising shoulder, taking a moment to come down. Everything felt sharper, clearer this time, and Vegas was lost in all of it, lost in all of Pete. The weight of his body kept Vegas anchored and they were so close he could feel Pete's heart racing.

"I love you, husband."