His fingers idly brush through Ram’s now-untidy hair as he looks down on him admiringly. He leans into the soft touch without thinking, lovely though brief, and smirks as the hair ultimately falls back into place on his forehead. It’s a sweet gesture. He didn’t know that love could be this sweet.

“If I were trying to kill you I’d take a less subtle route,” he says with a chuckle, mostly still in between quiet breaths. It was a lot more exertion than he’d been used to.