[Something tugs at Liam's heart again, those small, simple words filling him with a giddiness that he hadn't be aware that he could even feel. James' head rests against his shoulder, and he gently strokes the back of his reaper's neck, the gesture far more intimate than he would ever have thought. This is where they belonged. Together.]

Good. 'cause you're going to hear it all the time from me too. So much so you're gonna get sick of it, but I'm still gonna say it no matter what.