You slipped your arms around his narrow waist, hooking your chin over his shoulder. You were well aware that he had known you were coming, no corner of the Dreaming being invisible to your lover, but you liked to think that you had sneaked up on him where he stood out on the balcony.

“You’re brooding, my love,” said {{user}}.

“I do not brood,” he grumbled, unable to keep the affection from his tone.