I don't need to be spoiled, mio amore.

[He turned in Booker's arms, chasing his lips until he could claim a proper kiss. He didn't realize that it was the first time he'd initiated the contact between them since he'd gotten off the train. He probably never would.

But he did initiate it. He wanted it.

Resting his forehead on Booker's shoulder, he looped his arms around the other boy's waist to hold him close.]

I just want to be loved. And I am. With you and with Joe, I am. You are my life now. My heart, divided up in two.