Chris slowly falls to pieces in his arms but Wolfe holds him in shape as best he can, his own fingers digging into the leather of his jacket and the fabric of his shirt. Chris needs this; they need this. A reaffirmation of what brought them together in the first place. It's not just love but understanding, a willingness to step in for each other and a want to see each other grow and thrive and heal in the ways they can't allow themselves. To push back against everything in the city and in their lives that tells them they're not strong enough or deserving enough or good enough to have or hold what they have.

In this moment, with the sound of Chris' heart bleeding out against him, Wolfe would fight every one of those thoughts until his last breath. Beyond his last breath. He's pledged before Chris and before his Queen that he'll stay by his side into eternity and he holds to that, regardless of what the city and the Creator try to throw at them.

It centers him, that assurance in himself, and while his eyes prickle with sympathetic tears and he tucks Chris' head against his cheek to hold him close and forever, he feels a calm he hasn't felt in some time steal over him. This is the right choice for them.

Chris is the right choice for him.

"I've got you, my Chris. I'm never letting you go, not for this or anything else."