"Love you too," he breathes, arm curled around Neil's waist. This feels beyond familiar, beyond comfortable; if feelings can have ghosts, that's what this is. Heavy with the past. Sweet. Sad.

Fragmentary. They're still missing something. Someone.

"Not gonna leave you." He closes his eyes, feels Neil breathing against him. "Not ever."

And he says it like a promise. But part of him still feels like it's also a threat.