"It's not for much longer," Henry said, continuing to kiss Iestyn's neck. God, it had been forever. Henry's hands were too damaged to get up to much, and he sure as hell couldn't take care of himself. Not when he had two working fingers. "Mmm, you smell so good."
Tater watched them from his spot on the sofa, somehow looking disapproving.
"I had a dream," Henry said, pulling back a little. "And it was uh- Confusing."