Raju frowns and takes a moment to think about it. Describing it that way wouldn’t have occurred to him. It’s easier to think about those things now, unimportant things made important by its meaning to the man saying them, with the whole of Francis wrapped warm around him keeping the future away.

“You would know better than me,” he decides, resettling his head against his outstretched arm and curling his fingers to try and tickle at the back of Francis’ neck. “Once I left home I only met one man I cared enough for to get to know, and he had a home to get to when it got late. You didn’t act like you thought it was strange, sleeping next to me.”