Yeah, Keith, whatever you want. I'll give you whatever you need, I've wanted to for - god, for years. You're beautiful, you're like fire, and I was so scared I'd burn up but it's just - warm, and safe. You mean home.

[ The words would sound better if he was calmer, if the weren't falling from his lips lip pearls from a snapped necklace. But he means them, means every word, whispers them like prayer as he rocks into Keith and feels every hitch of it, every slide like the voice of god saying I hear you, I'm here. ]