Nathan stared a minute after him once he had left them alone.
“Don’t make me jealous now, I just came back to life,” Sasha said with a mock-pout in his tone. He crawled across the bed to be right up against Nathan’s back, settling in with his legs straddling Nathan and hanging off the edge of the mattress.
Nathan sunk back against Sasha gladly. “I definitely prefer you alive and kicking. And I preferyou. Nobody else compares.”
“Right back atcha,” Sasha said.
“Good. I’ll have to go out there eventually, huh?”
“Yep.”
“And talk to everyone.”
“Yep.”
“And…lead the army against the apocalypse.”
Sasha laughed, the sound being by far one of the more glorious things Nathan had the pleasure of hearing in his life. “Yep, that you will.” Sasha hugged Nathan tight, almost too tight, and Nathan knew it was entirely intentional.