"Yeah," John said softly. "An' if you can't, leave me notes. The hotel, my room, the foyer, with people, Corwen, anyone. If I can't find you and you're here, I'll want to know." He sighed, pulling Jamie's hand and arm until they were resting just over John's throat. He pulled his head back, baring it in submission. "As long as I remember. As long as I am here. I am yours. Your boy. For as long as you want me."
He swallowed thickly, and tried to stifle a yawn. "Can't be arsed going to get cleaned up yet. Wanna' rest here for a bit before we do, or before you have to go find the Master anyway? Swear I won't freak if I wake up and you're not here."