"Everyone else can fucking deal with it," Arashi answers without a hint of irony. He touches his forehead against Harvestman's, and closes his eyes after a moment, still stroking him gently and enjoying the solid presence of him. His dogtags are trapped between them, and he is aware of the ring around Harvestman's finger.

"I love you," he says, probably breaking some kind of personal record for the number of times he's said it in one night, "and I'm not letting go of you tonight until the sun rises."