That's not the contract. Martin almost said it automatically, but pursed his lips together instead, letting his gaze drop to the heavy hand over his own. Large, steadfast. Earnest. Bariyan was much and more, despite what thoughts he harbored against himself.

So Martin simply nodded. If that's what you want. In the end, it would be Bariyan's choice, not his. And going back was too far from his mind to put much serious thought to it; he was a living human.

Because of Bariyan.

He slumped against Bariyan's arm, fingers curling around his. There was no body heat from the other, but it seemed to Martin he could imagine it. Or at least, being so full of thought and emotion made him feel a little warmer than before.