It was then that Davan decided, Nik did look very beautiful, and maybe it would be all right. This time nobody would yell at him and then go and get themselves killed. His fingers brushed Nik's hair away from his face, pushing the thick strands back.
He laughed at the words, an actual, real, loud and hearty laugh. He hadn't laughed properly in years and it felt good. "just what I always wanted"