Dexter and Saracen stood shoulder-to-shoulder, hand-in-hand, waiting to cross the street. They shared a single umbrella, shielding them from the night's pouring rain. Saracen had been considering something Valkyrie had asked.
"Do you want to get married?" he queried. Dexter looked up at him incredulously, "Hmm?"
Saracen hesitated, "Would you be happier if we got married?" Dexter tightened his grip on Saracen's gloved hand.
"I am happy. I love you," Dexter assured him, "Would you be happier if we were married?"
Saracen shook his head, "No. Val brought it up and I've just been thinking about it. I don't care about whether or not we get married." Then he added, "Though, if you asked, I would marry you immediately."
Saracen rested his head against Dexter's shoulder. "I feel the same way," Dexter smiled. Saracen squeezed his hand tighter. "Do you want kids?" he blurted.
Dexter choked, "God no."
Saracen Laughed, "Me neither."
"We would be terrible parents," Dexter grinned.
"Yes. Yes, we would."