Deserving
Havoc stared out his window, watching the sunrise over the buildings of Central. Maybe a wistful sigh escaped, because Roy was at his side in an instant, arms around his bare torso.
"Something wrong?" the smaller man asked, voice husky from sleep.
"M'm... no. I'm just thinking..."
"Uh-oh," Roy said into the middle of his back. "That can't be good for your health."
"Shut up." Both men lapsed into a comfortable silence, content to just be alone together.
"M'mm... Jean?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't think I deserve you."
He snorted. "Damn right. No one deserves to have me inflicted on them."
"That's not what I meant...!"
"Well, what did you mean?"
"You know full well, Jean." Arms hugged tighter around his middle. "I meant that you're just something special, and you deserve a wife who can make you happy..."
"Roy, the only person I need, want, or deserve is you."