"Can do better than that." The smile that's pulling at his mouth almost hurts, almost feels like it half belongs to someone else. It occurs to him that he might really be crazy.

It occurs to him that he doesn't give a pile of fucks.

He hooks his hands low on Neil's hips and lifts him, arms tight against him and nudging Neil's legs to hook around his waist. He's already heading for the bedroom, slightly unsteady.

"Fucking romance bullshit," he breathes against Neil's throat. "Love you even after I'm fucking dead."