Any lingerings doubts fade to nothing beneath his fingers, as Zerxus relaxes for, it feels like, the first time in years. His own eyelids flutter for a moment before snapping open again, the yearning to melt into his husband's touch warring against the anxiety of closing his eyes and opening them to nothing.

His hands are trembling as he reaches out, smooths them down - down Neal's arms, not -

"Some." It's choked with laughter, and with so much else. "You - we - how - "