Something in his chest fluttered, his stomach dipping when Laurence said that. It was more of admission than the other man had ever made before. God, he loved hearing it.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised. "If I can help it, if I can ever help it, Will, here is where I will be."

He shifted, threading his fingers with Laurence's, gently tugging him back onto the bed, over him.