If he was any other man, Nine would have cried right then. It was so perfect. The amber arc of light causing a flare against the horizon, the sheen of leaves seeming to echo the brilliant sky as the sun slipped past the edge of the hill.
I don't deserve this, the wicked voice of self doubt echoed in the back of his brain. Nine didn't care. He wanted to enjoy it anyway.
Resting his head against the trunk, he couldn't help but smile. It was that or weep. "You going to bring your lot here?"