There was a romantic bone in there, even a second one. Most of those other bones were buried, but could be unearthed.
"I like you being here," he agreed. It was different from his house, just a room created in case he needed to stay at Purgatory for any reason. It was also a hideaway. Over the years, he had needed one. He hadn't brought anyone else here at all, so it was special.
He leaned into those fingers. They were soothing him, and he was taking it in. "Fair warning. I tend to say stupid things and push away. Call me on my bullshit." He kissed him again. There were so many physical similarities to Sam, and yet they were as different as night and day. He lifted a hand up, examining it. "My fingernails aren't long enough for Freddy."