Deacon smiled at him, eyes filled with love, and took the little strip of leather from his hands.
"I love you too," he said softly, then bent, kissing Charlie's forehead and then slipping the collar around his neck and fastening it. He slipped a finger beneath it to test the tightness and then moved to sit in a chair near the fire. For a moment he just looked at him - the firelight making Charlie's skin flush and shining in his hair - and Deacon sighed softly.