Chris listens. He makes a face when Wolfe says he lacks a right to his own grief, but he still only listens. This is what Wolfe needs…but is it all he needs?

Chris listens with a politician’s ear…and a boyfriend’s ear, assessing with both as he watches Wolfe pop a shoulder and then looks back to the glass across from him.

In their reflection, Wolfe seems ever taller than him with how he’s slouched back and his mage is stood more properly after stretching.

“I’d be happy to spend the first while in your bed. Jon has mine and I’m sure he’ll appreciate my not picking at him to sleep.” He says it easily, but there’s a care in the undercurrent that rises closer to the surface as he continues.

“Is there…” a pause and his jaw shifts as he turns over words. “What do you mean you’re afraid you ask too much? That you want more than I can give?”