[There's only so much more time. Only so many more quiet moments like this that he will be able to steal; only so many times he'll be able to wake up beside him in the morning. Jin's eyes close tightly. He inhales, and what he breathes in is the sharp clean scent of freshly laundered shirt, the lingering and now familiar aroma of Asher Millstone's cologne.]

I make fun of you, and you say you're the shitty boyfriend? [murmurs Jin into his shoulder.] C'mon.

[Jin's faced apocalypse before. He's encountered death, grief, the pain of his body tossed about and bruised and broken-- but he has never been in love like this before, and gods above, if he's never had it, how could he even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose it?]

It's fine. You're good. You're more than good enough for me.

[Jin's fingers tug and fumble for the buttons down the front of Asher's shirt. They take hold, and, one by one, undo them, top to bottom.]