"I have no desire to be rid of you, Hythlodaeus." Emet-Selch gladly takes his spot on te bed, watching his lover discard his own clothing at last and opening his arms to Hythlodaeus once he's finished.

"I have not and will not ever wish for it." He promises him. After all, this is the man who missed his friend so much he made a replica of him in his little replica of a city. Sentimental to a fault, as they all say.

All of this was really quite fun and felt amazing, he thinks. But he hardly wants it to happen again if Hythlodaeus is going to feel such uncertainty. "Any way I can prove it to you, I will."