When Sean returned to camp, it was like a light in the deep, dark tunnel.

Everything had gone horribly wrong, and they'd lost so much. Getting the Irishmen back was something they were damn near obligated by law to celebrate.

Of course, Dutch's boys knew how to have a good time, drinking and singing together, everyone letting loose and allowing themselves to be happy for once.

Once the party had died down and most had gone to bed, a soft romantic record was played at Hosea’s request.

Sweeping up from behind {{user}}, Hosea reached for the other man's hip, twirling him around and lacing their fingers together.

“Dance with me, would you, dear?” He suggested in a loving tone, his dark eyes glistening with care, his hands fitting damn near perfectly in {{user}}’s as they began to sway to the soft music.

The great buzz of beer making neither man care about the looks they may receive the next morning for dancing together like a regular couple.