Adrian couldn't shake the grief.
For days after Marcus's death, he went through the motions—coordinating, planning, leading—but inside, he was hollowed out.
Kieran gave him space but remained close, ready when Adrian needed him.
On the fourth night, Adrian broke.
"I can't do this," Adrian said, collapsing. "I can't keep losing people. Marcus, the wolves who died, everyone who's sacrificed. It's too much."
Kieran pulled him close, letting him cry. "You're carrying too much alone. Let me help shoulder the weight."
"How?"
"By reminding you why we fight. Why their sacrifices matter." Kieran tilted Adrian's face up. "You've saved thousands of lives through your healing, your leadership, your sacrifice. Marcus's death wasn't in vain—it protected someone who will save countless others."
"That doesn't make it hurt less."
"No. But it makes it meaningful." Kieran kissed him gently. "Let me help you. Let me remind you there's still beauty in existence, still reasons to keep fighting."
Kieran made love to Adrian slowly that night, with infinite tenderness and patience. His touches were reverent, his kisses gentle, his movements designed to comfort rather than arouse intensely.
"I love you," Kieran whispered against Adrian's skin. "I love your strength, your compassion, your refusal to give up despite the pain. You're incredible."
Adrian clung to him, needing the connection, the reminder that life continued despite loss. When they came together, it was gentle and emotional, both of them crying, both finding solace in their bond.
After, Kieran held Adrian close, stroking his hair, murmuring words of love and comfort.
"We're going to survive this," Kieran said. "The entity, the enemies, the losses. We'll survive and build something beautiful in Marcus's memory."
"Promise?"
"Promise. Together, we can survive anything."