Henry lay collapsed against him as the tremors faded, hips still twitching now and then. Theo petted his hair some more.
“God,” Henry said, muffled by Theo’s chest. “Theo…oh, God, Theo…”
“I love you.”
“Theo.”
“Yes, love. My Henry.”
“Theo.” Henry shoved himself up, balanced with a hand on Theo’s chest and an elbow under himself. His eyes were enormous, radiant blue, astonished as flowers kissed by the first rain. He looked younger, and transported, and glorious. “May I please worship you? Your legs. Your fingers. Your lips. Your toes. Anything. I’ll be your book-table forever. Your tea-tray. Anything you’d like.”
“Ridiculous,” Theo told him, smiling, feeling the smile, an answering bloom in his heart. “Was that…what you needed? I’m really not that experienced at this. But I enjoyed th
