It's moments like this that make him wonder.

Private moments. Little things. The two of them, together, in some secret place outside the boundaries of anything that matters. It's been another disappointing day, another long hunt for something, but no one knows quite what, and they are here now, sitting together. Just sitting. The other holds him close and asks for nothing.

This is all I need.

But this is not all he will receive.

When we find it…

The question is a harsh one.

When we find what you are seeking, will I be able to let you go?

It is especially masochistic because it is not really a question. He knows he will not have a choice.

But in these moments, in private, he does not stop himself from making the promise.

We will last forever.