"That just makes us evenly matched," he chuckles, closing his eyes briefly to fully enjoy the sensation of fingers through his hair. "I couldn't have said it better. I'll treasure my time with you, always. I love you, Chris."

Here in this bright and happy moment, he won't let anything spoil what they have, especially not fears for a future that is never guaranteed. If this kiss and this night is all they may ever have again, he still wouldn't regret it. Something in the back of his mind tells him he should be terrified by such a thought, but he isn't. He just isn't.