This feels so wonderful. It's odd to say he feels 'safe', given he placed himself in the role of protector more often than not, but letting go for just a moment is a lovely thing.

"I don't think I'd ever want to separate you from Dimitri. You two go together. Like- tea and biscuits. Not to be taken individually." He muses, snuggling deeper into those encircling arms.

"Really? What- what sort of things did you think about me?" Likely, about his apparent death, though they had both thought each other dead at that point, hadn't they? He squeezes tighter at the memory.