"Sorry." He says, knowing that somehow the concern melted out of him, and even with the mask in the way manages a kiss to his ear.

"I just want more of this."

More chances for this, more like it. More not having to run. More moments that they can sit and casually be together. More time for him to just fuckin' be in love and have dogs and fuckin' live.

As usual a sense of somberness soaking into a moment of bliss. But it is something he wants to cling to.