For the first time in what felt like months, Dean had his husband entirely to himself.
Nero had finally returned to Saha, taking Hale and the last of his unnecessary commentary with him. Hendrik had no urgent reports requiring Arion's attention, Otto had apparently decided that his son deserved at least one evening without being summoned to the imperial palace, and Rina was occupied elsewhere.
Even Boreas had abandoned them in favor of sleeping near the secured garden, where Ducky and the other eleven dogs were being monitored by a medical team that had gradually accepted its new responsibility with varying degrees of enthusiasm.
Dean considered the circumstances almost suspiciously perfect.
He had no intention of wasting them.
