He's instantly eased closer and Ramon kisses him gently. 'I don't deserve you, you know that?' A wave of gratitude sweeps through him though, a silent thank you to the air for letting him have this.

'It is small. But I know I get out, somehow. If I'm going to die, it's highly unlikely it'll be in there.' He chuckles. 'Unless I really manage to piss Luiz off. He's the District Attorney. Hates me with a passion but I haven't managed to get him to raise a fist to me yet. Bastard. Still - there won't be a way to reach you, I think. Unless the Trumps go with me but I doubt they will.' He stops suddenly and sighs. 'Can we not talk about it please? I told myself I wouldn't think about anything depressing until after Christmas is over - and I'm far too much in love with you to worry about things that are ages away at the moment.'

Ages if the door doesn't show up. If you don't leave, like you said you would. If...no. Not doing this. After Christmas. Everything can wait until then, everything.