Thinking about helping people, especially Poe, helped make him feel better, though. Being useful without leaving this comforting spot helped a little.

"I do," he admitted. Thinks about himself, he meant. "I am." He synced his breathing to the rise and fall of Poe's chest, trying to engulf himself in the low thrum of his heartbeat even while still talking. "Like thinking about you more...

Thank you. Sorry, I-... Old ghosts. I'll let them go one day." That's what he hoped, anyway.