"If it means you'll stop thinking for a while and let me take care of you, I'll give you anything you want."

Before he had been with girls, there had been Llane. Llane has always been a constant in his life when other things have ebbed and flowed and there's a pull between them that Lothar has long since stopped trying to define. It's simply there, a tether between them, and it grounds him; he hopes it does the same for Llane.

He shifts a little, enough so he can look Llane in the eyes, and Lothar cups his face between both his hands. They're older now but Llane's face is still the one he fell in love with all those years ago.

Without saying anything, he leans in to kiss him, lips soft against Llane's and calloused fingertips stroking the other man's skin.