"Denver said something funny today," Mirko said in bed that night, looking up from his book to where Martín was brushing his teeth in the ensuite bathroom.
"Mm?" Martín prompted, raising his eyebrows.
"He asked me if everything is okay," Mirko said, smiling. It was a familiar, doting smile. "And I said yes, everything is okay."
Martín's brushing slowed for a moment, and then he spat into the sink and rinsed, not looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"Why do you suppose he would say that?" Martín asked.
"I think he was worried about us," Mirko said with a chuckle. "He is a kind man. Good father."
"No," Martín murmured. "I think he was worried about you."
Before Mirko could say anything about that, Martín turned off the lights in the bathroom and on his side of the bed, giving Mirko a chaste kiss on the lips before curling under the covers, facing the other way. He was wearing all of his pajamas- no sex tonight. That was fine. Perfectly content, Mirko marked his book and put it aside, turning off his own light. In the dark he wrapped his arms around Martín's smaller frame and pressed his face into his hair. Like this, it was easy to fall asleep.
