"Well, like I said, jealousy," he teases quietly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Mattheiu's temple. He can remember the night oh so well, and it's something that he's terribly grateful for. His second chance, the ability to make things right....all of it had coalesced and now he's here, entwined with his reaper and there's nowhere else in all of the worlds he'd rather be. "I love you, deeply, my darling."