"You bought me a second ladder, hayati, why ever would I need to get myself a third?" But he was grinning, wide and open and so close to laughter. He flexed a clean finger just enough to barely stroke his husband's hand. A world of emotion in barely a centimetre of intentional contact.

Booker wiggled in closer and Nicky's fingers drifted from threading through his hair to tugging at it lightly. He loved it when Booker was this affectionate with them. It hadn't happened in far too long, and even before it had usually only been an option after thoroughly exhausting the man between their bodies. To have him so languid and cuddly now was almost enough to make him not whine when Andy moved out from between his knees.

Almost.