Oliver's forehead is pleasantly placed against Percy's, their breath—haggard—mingling in the air. Percy takes a hand and places it against Oliver's cheek, and Oliver closes his eyes and sighs a bit.
"I wish it didn't have to be like this," he whispers, and his sudden sentence leaves Percy shuddering against the goose bumps.
"So do I," he answers, and Oliver opens his eyes to find Percy's boring into his own. "So do I."
Oliver lightly kisses the other man's lips, and then they have to part—if only to face the tomorrow either of them might not survive.