At some point, in spite of himself, he shifts his weight to one hand so he can touch Laertes with the other. He caresses Laertes' jaw, smooth and fragrant with lotion, his throat, his chest, filled with a love and gratitude that he couldn't, in this moment, try to express.

When he finally comes, it feels dizzying. He sees silver and sparks in his vision as he sinks onto his hands.