“I just want you to remember. That every time you die? You’ll feel it. And I’ll feel it.”

He slides his hands around Jacobi’s waist and rubs at the sides with his thumbs.

“I’m doing the same thing. Even regardless of my… usual preferences.” Because he knows that being a stable presence is more important than any heroics he could try for. At least, most of the time. As a default, anyway.

“Though there is… one last thing. That I feel I ought to bring up. Before we curl up in bed together for a while.”