He’d hoped Rama would kiss him back, but as he ends the kiss with a sharp bite to his lower lip he sees those stiff limbs and that disciplined stare. It’s hard not to be impressed by that level of determination, but he can work with it.

Crozier laughs quietly and takes the helmet out from under from Rama’s arm, setting it onto the nearby hook by the door. “You won’t be needing that,” he tells him. “Arms up over your head, and bring those hands together. Now.”