"That sounds like a pretty nice dream," he said quietly, peering across the space between them as his thumb rubbed slow circles at the base of Jim's neck, his cheek brushing past Jim's fingers.

"Doesn't sound too far off from how we've got it now. An apartment, space for my art, my arms around you and a bit of kissing. Maybe not how you imagined it, but... we got there. Even if I need to shine my halo a little."