The shadow moves impossibly swiftly, suddenly cast directly beneath Fives instead of around him, as if the lights were overhead instead of diffuse. The mess of the sheets darkens with his presence, and the eyes waver and cluster and glow back up at him, sometimes passing over Fives' other hand where he's braced against the bed, rippling over the ridges of his metacarpal bones, shining on his skin.

"I'm with you, vod'ika, I'm right here with you, watching you, fucking you, loving you, and I'm never going to stop."