Francis' fingers felt so good in his hair.  His arms felt so good around his body, and even his head was a welcome pressure against his own.  And Francis called himself lucky?

"Thank you," he retorted, still not raising his head.  "For - just, for everything.  Thank you."

Edmund wanted to stay just like this, in Francis' arms, for hours.  He knew it wasn't possible, but he still stayed for as long as he thought Francis would tolerate before pulling away.  Edmund's hands trailed down the other's arms until they could hold his hands again.

He was smiling.

"Hah... um, what now..?"