"Yes," he murmured, and laughed too, lowering himself on his aching arm until he was lying flat, holding her against his chest. He reached up and stroked her hair, enjoying the way the strands were slightly damp with sweat. He was tired, and tired in a way he didn't really ever remember being before.

"I... definitely like that," he breathed, sounding as if he had just decided, and laughed again.