"Oh, Cullen."

Jamie buries his face against Cullen's chest like he might smother himself there. It's funny to think that months ago this conversation might have seemed impossible. Such a rocky start for such a soft landing now. Jamie doesn't know what to do with the sentiment, almost afraid of it. What does Cullen mean by it? They're dear friends, certainly, but--

He pushes it out of his mind. He shouldn't wonder, just accept the sweetness offered, regardless of measure or intensity.

"Thank you," he murmurs.