Raylan's presence brough more relief than he knew, at least for Ganymede; he'd been there, he'd stayed until the end--hell, they were here together in Raylan's apartment. Motel room. Whatever. It was nicer than some places Ganymede had lived, and he was willing to take the company however he got it, as long as it was his lover. "I know it won't be," he murmured, the fingers of his free hand curling absently around one belt loop of the man's trousers, pressing as if the gentle tug would bring Raylan closer than he already was.

"I wouldn't want you to be anything but who you already are," Ganymede said quietly, purposefully not moving the hand across his back and shoulders, lifting his head as one hand traced its thumb across mcross Raylan's lip, feeling the swell of muscle and heat of skin under him. "Just... Kiss me, and shut me up for a little while.'