His own wail of grief wakes him seconds after Toki's pulse flutters and dies beneath his fingertips. They're always a few minutes too late in his dreams, a few drinks, a few joints, a few pointless arguments over the semantics of calling a friend a brother.

his eyes are warm and sincere and nathan's favorite shade of green, like florida grass. /nathanpickles

Toki had a long history of embarrassing himself whenever Skwisgaar was uncommonly nice to him, and this, this was downright sweet.

Skwisgaar has no use for cuddling - while he's awake. Toki doesn't appreciate mixed messages.