[...

It's so strange, after all this time. To hear him say it so frankly, that he wants something. That he actually wants something.

It hits a little harder than anything else, leaving him silent and softened, his touch against face and that fisted palm against his collar both cupping him closer - against the line of his jaw, pressing that fist down against the beat of his chest, where his heart ticks in slightly rapid time.]

...I'm here, Morgan. I'm here.

[He can't promise he'll stay forever. He can barely promise to tomorrow. But...]

...Would you let me take you to beaches and restaurants? To see the stars and taste everything that's good in the world?

I think... I'd like that. I think a future like that...

I'd want something delicious to share with you, too.