"All right," Eliot answers with a smile, feeling a swell of affection for Martin. He looks so sweet and deserves only good things, after what he's been through. He deserves more than what Eliot can offer of course, but here and now at least, this is good enough.

It's easy, then, to lean in a close the gap, still smiling against Martin's mouth. He keeps his head tilted at a practiced angle to spare Martin the uneven jut of his jaw; it's brief but but Eliot doesn't pull away, instead brings his free hand up to cup Martin's cheek and feel how warm he is, how soft.

"How's that?" he asks, the question murmured onto his lips.