( Of course he sits comfortably in his lap, arms loose around Ish's shoulders, a kiss already pressing into his cheek.

He feels good - he feels wonderful; he feels whole. Ish is here, Junior will be here, and the winds fill his lungs like air and he can see and feel as he always has.

It was hard, but he has to say it was a journey worth it, despite the pain. )

We~ll, since you're s~o free, I've heard there's this white tiger that's looking looking for a little bit of fun . . .

( A playful, feather-light kiss on the lips. )