The kiss was a surprise but a welcome one. For a moment it felt like the power of Vegas' body before he'd almost died. Just a moment. But then they were panting softly and he was pushing his hand under the shirt that Vegas wore to touch the skin not covered in bandages. Not to stir him up but because he just wanted to touch him more, have more contact.

"I had to. I couldn't live without you," he admitted with shaky breath. "I cried so much over you and it hurt so much. But the more days that passed the more I knew it. That I loved you and that if you weren't in my life I wouldn't be living anymore."