Vegas sighed at the touch, shivering slightly. He understood Pete's intent. The closeness was important to them. It always had been since the very start. Only now, Vegas knew he could use closeness and touch for more than just terrorizing another. And so he was able to accept it for it what was: a need for intimacy.

"I remember you screaming." His voice is soft, distant as he recounts what little he could recall after being shot. "I thought... I could at least die near you... That would be enough."