Bishop can hear the others heart rate change and naturally leans in to nose against his temple. A softer rumbling sound starts in his own chest and he tries to relax for the both of them.

“Wait till you’re sure…that’s what I told him, too,” he murmurs against his hair and just draws him in again, cradling his smaller, cooler body against his own. “For the record, I wouldn’t have gone running. You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”