It was far easier without Asterion looking at him. With his face buried in his pillow that way, Orpheus chanced to move closer, and he couldn't help himself from reaching out. Running a hand down Asterion's spine. His skin was so soft, so warm under his fingers. So real. Orpheus could play symphonies, he thought, along his lover's spine.
But he couldn't answer, could he? It seemed like it was a concession for Asterion to say that it mattered, and he knew somehow that Asterion knew just how important this was. Just how dangerous.
"We were at the mouth of the cave, where I lost her..." He started, and then stopped and let his hand fall away from his lover's back. "I've had that dream a million times."