He did not say that could be a very long time; that would be presumptuous so early on. But he did smile as Arthur cleaned up, stretching languidly under his touch. Despite the warm water, it cooled quickly on his skin in the cabin air, and it wasn't long until he had invited Arthur back into his arms to burrow into the covers.

"Those men who left you to die - Dutch and Micah? Would they be the kind of people to seek revenge on your friend John?"