Marcus smiles a little and tells himself to get up, get out of bed, pull himself away from the warmth of this moment, because it's the right thing to do. There are things he needs to take care of; making sure there's enough wood still in the house for the two fireplaces, getting food into all three of them, making sure Trass isn't injured, keeping an eye out for Sabrina or Nick. He needs to look at the skin under the bandages on Dan's throat and take care to be sure there's no swelling. There are things that need to be done.

But the bed is warm and it's comfortable and he hates himself a little to realize just how much he's missed sharing it with someone. He wants to just lie here and look at him. He wants to do all kinds of things he hadn't expected to want again.

"Good," he says. "You needed it. I think we both did."

He finally forces himself to turn over onto his back where he stretches and then rubs at his eyes again before pulling himself slowly into a sitting position. "How does your throat feel?"