"No, no," Burr says, as he allows his body to yield. Head tipping back, effusing scent, pushing back his shoulders and presenting his chest--shielded, still, beneath the thick of his cloak.

"How could you disappoint me? How could you ever disappoint me? Alexander, I married you," but his words seem inadequate, and Alexander is hurting, and what to do then but put him down the way he puts Theo down, when she is upset? Guides his head, to the space between his breasts and presses there, bringing his pelvis forward so it is flush with Alexander's stomach. Lets him take. Lets him breathe in.