“I’m serious. Take the warmth from me, Vane. Accept what it is.” His jaw flexes. He finally nods. “I love you too, you fucking asshole.” Across the clearing, Darling mouths to me, I love you three. Bash draws a heart with his fingers. I love you four. I laugh and return to the dirty work. There is no way to measure love, but if there were, I know I would be full.
