Su-jin, who hasn't really eaten food in centuries, had a bowl of mixed fruit: some slices of apple, strawberries, actual berries. He spooned out a little of everything so Silvio could have a variety flavors in his bowl.

When he looked back up from the task he saw the tears and alarm lanced through him. But the words his lover uttered gave them context. He scooted a little closer to him and cupped Silvio's face in both hands. He thumbed the tears away and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Of course I am," he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We're mates, remember?"