They stay like that, just sharing space. Holding hands. And there are times when Ephemera still wonders over how he's allowed to have this, to know this man and stand next to him and say yes, and mean forever. Despite everything, despite all the pieces of himself were flattened down or burned trying to be Sharkface, and the way he tried to embody a mission more than a body, he has this moment.

He hopes there were be a hundred more just like it. A thousand. As many as he can hold.

Drake's hand is steady in his. A focus point. No matter what the world throws his way, Ephemera has this. He nods, expression serious, and lifts their joined hands. Squeezes. It feels different with the rings now, but he likes that. The weight of it. "Thank you. For being you."

It ought to be said.

Ephemera pushes his bangs out of his eyes, and nods. "Yeah. She's gonna freak."

His voice is fond, though. He likes Lup. Her intensity. The way she sees him exactly how he is, and has never once shied from that.