"God, baby, I missed you," Jiang breathes. He doesn't say you know or any of that shit. That's not the point. Of course Proko knows, but that's not the point. The point is that he does, he misses Proko every time they're apart, and he loves every moment they're together.

He kisses at him, slow and gentle, as he stretches him, a teasing slowness.

"We're gonna be fuckin' lazy, and domestic, and we're gonna put twelve months of fucking in six weeks," he promised. "This year's gonna be a little easier than last year. I'll get out a little bit more. I'll have my phone a little more. And I'll be here every second I can be. Every second you want me."