Taylor settles easily, clean hand slipping up to comb through Sam's hair in slow, soothing passes. "I'm here, m'not going anywhere."

No matter how much Felix might want that exact thing- they're stuck with him. Up till they put a bullet in him or he has to pull the trigger- they're stuck with him. Because even more than the missions and sex and powerdynamics- there's this. The tight clasp, those quiet shivers- this sincere, overwhelming affection. "I'm here."