Sam. Locus. Cerberus. That line's a little blurrier than it was before, but he doesn't argue the fact. Instead he holds him close, his grip protective, claiming. It says everything they can't and won't, for fear of shattering something this good, this rare to them.

"And I you."

Meanwhile, Felix is rolling his eyes at the sight, puttering around nearby and sneering quietly to himself. Ugh. Gag him already. But it didn't matter. He had a foothold, he knew where he needed to hit next to get what he wanted.

All he had to do was wait.