Marcus shifts so that he's lying lengthways on the bed on his stomach, elbow propped up next to Midnighter's head, chin on his hand. His other hand comes to Midnighter's chest, stroking featherlight over his sternum. "Yeah," he murmurs. "If you'll let me. Spoil you good and proper."

His eyes crinkle up as he smiles. That warm, precious feeling again: centred right where his ribs draw up and in. And he leans in to kiss him, briefly regretting that he can't stay in the morning. It's been too long. "Wanna know about your new problems. The ones throwing you through concrete walls. Don't have to tell me now, just...don't keep me guessing."