[He tipped his face into that hand, allowing his red eyes to close as he savoured the touch. There was something so intimate about a hand on his face, likely because his face was so scarred and it was easy to discount his own appearance from what it had once been.] Mmm, true, you are rather clingy once you get something in your big mitts. You are also far more cuddly than anyone would think.

[He was keenly aware of the noctaere inside of them. Both he and Jack held significant traumas that put them in a position to build the darkness. There were times when he felt his slithering through his skin and others he could see Jack's shifting behind those blue eyes. Just a flicker, but it was as much as threat as there ever was one. If he couldn't bring Jack back from another fall, he'd rather fall with the younger man.]

Good. You deserve a good night's sleep. [Both of his hands emerged from under Jack's shirt so he could lift them and cup his lover's cheeks. He leaned in to press a kiss to Jack's lips.] You're beautiful when you sleep.

[He hummed in pleasure to the kisses to his forehead, a little sigh following as more kisses were peppered across his face as his hands returned to Jack's hips. They should probably get back to work, but he wanted to steal a few more minutes of this, to savour their closeness.]

I suppose you're right. We were both different people when we arrived here, and the chase had been wrung out of us. As much as I disliked them meddling, those gumdrops were useful little bugs that forced us to acknowledge what we had been dragging around for years.

[Let him have a small wedding? Oh Jack Morrison, it was going to be a good wedding with all the people he liked to annoy.]

I'll make us both outfits for it. You just name your wants.