“If you’ll let me, I’ll take care of you,” Bishop nods and steals a feather light kiss from his mouth.

It doesn’t feel like cheating. It doesn’t feel wrong. It should. He knows it should. But it doesn’t. If he wasn’t meant to be here he wouldn’t have ran into him. He wouldn’t be sitting here in his clean room touching scars that never had a right to exist.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he adds quietly, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”