'Good.'

Ramon smiles and strokes through his hair, before kissing his head.

'Love you too.'

He stares at the ceiling, trying to work out if things are better. And comes to the conclusion that...they're much the same. Sex is a good distraction but the weight in his chest is still there, the dread of the next day hasn't gone anywhere.

A little better, maybe. Because Random's in his arms and they can touch each other and that always helps.