On the way to Troy, the army set camp in Aegen. Patroclus and Achilles shared a tent. In the evening, after dinner, Achilles and Patroclus sat in bed. Patroclus: Odysseus said there will be a storm tonight. Achilles: he looks at Patroclus Your hair never quite lies flat, here. he touched Patroclus' head, just behind his ear. I don't think I've ever told how I like it. Patroclus: his scalp prickled where Achilles' fingers had been You haven't. Achilles: I should have. his hand drifted down to the vee at the base of Patroclus' neck, drew softly acrossnthe pulse What about this? Have I told you what I think of this, just here? Patroclus: No. Achilles: This surely, then. his hand moved across the muscles of Patroclus' chest, Patroclus' skin warming beneath it Have I told you of this? Patroclus: That you have told me. his breath caught a little as he spoke. Achilles: And what of this? his hand lingered over Patroclus' hips, drew down the line of Patroclus' thigh Have I spoken of it? Patroclus: You have. Achilles: And this? Surely, I would not have forgotten this. His cat's smile Tell me I did not. Patroclus: You did not. Achilles: There's this, too. his hand was ceaseless now I know I have told you of this.