“I’m not fragile, Harry,” Neil says, just a little insistent. He’s had such a lot of rejection in Darrow, most of it of his own making, that he doesn’t quite dare to ask for more than what’s given. But Harry’s here. They’re stripped down and close. Neil feels safe and cared for, and isn’t that the best he can ask for?

He slides a hand down Harry’s side. “I know there’s time. That doesn’t stop me wanting you now.”