"Your thighs are smaller than mine." Kit stared down at their exposed skin, muscles and fat relaxing splayed out on the couch next to Eric.

Eric paused his work on his laptop, and glanced down at their touching thighs. "Yes."

He lifted his head, Kit still looking down at their own leg, and examined the bond. "This makes you upset?"

Kit looked to Eric, their eyes conveying more emotion without the need to speak.

"Your ancestors would be proud of you. They would rejoice that you live in the comforts that they might only have been able to dream of. Do not deny yourself the necessity of food or the comfort of relaxation because fashion magazines favor the starved over the healthy." Eric placed his computer aside, replacing its warmth with Kit. "You are beautiful, and you are mine as I am yours. And I will not let you forget either."