Miller opened his mouth to speak, only to close it when Ray told him not to say anything. That it was too soon. Except too soon applied when you were confident in the time you had. Miller was too old for that. And also, technically, not quite alive.
"Hey." He slid a knuckle under Ray's chin, tilting his head up so he could meet his eyes. Ray had such lovely eyes. All of him was lovely. Even the rosy hue in his cheeks, newly appeared in the last few seconds. "I don't gotta say anything if you don't want me to. But you should know - I feel the same. Maybe you and me, we bond fast." Or maybe this was that rare, rare thing he'd given up on years ago. Maybe it felt right because it was.