"I did, yes." Stephen said, clearly not ashamed to brag. "So did he. We've been together for ten years."

"Shit. He's so hot." Harry stared at Fandral, unashamed and horny, not really feeling like he had to change his energy or anything because fuck it, he was dying and this could all go very wrong so here he was, getting to see an angel before the end of things. "I have one last wish. Before I die. Can you maybe just -- take your shirt off?"

Well, worth a shot.

"No, he can not." Rolling his eyes, Stephen gently pushed Fandral away. "You need to head out, we have to do a procedure now."

"Or take off your shirt and stay..." Harry offered with a shrug, looking at Hartley. "Seems fair, right? That I get that before it all ends."