Museum: Connor and Ragnar
"Perhaps I should rename him-" Ragnar said softly, drawn into the room towards Athelstan like a magnet. "You said you would come to me, but I didn't believe it would be true. I did not dare believe it would be true-"
He reached the other man finally, his hands pressing to Athelstan's chest and then sliding up to his shoulders, his neck, looking him up and down and over. Ragnar's eyes were shining as they had on the boat, stinging with tears. He cupped Athelstan's face gently in his palms, not sure if he could trust himself to speak.
Nodding his head, there were a few false starts before a few words squeaked out. "I could never tell you how much I have missed you, my dearest one."