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It was a rough twenty four hours. Luckily, once Glitch went down to sleep, he stayed asleep for several hours, only waking for a meal, a few more glitches and random insanities including the stubborn belief that he had to attend a ball in an hour and his dress wasn't ready before passing out again curled up in Wyatt's lap.

However, plenty of water and staple foods, interspersed with healing sleeps and Raw treatments were showing a difference in the morning. Glitch was awake and mostly with them while the others packed up to head back to town. He and Wyatt would stay here, in the quiet and peace to let him heal up a bit more before being bombarded with town.

Plus Raw had some images to bring up for the Tin Men and Palace Guard. Assaulting a headcase was bad enough. Assaulting Her Majesty's personal advisor was a whole different kettle of razor filled fish.

But, waving the car away, wrapped in the blankets from the bed and snuggled in, Glitch looks up fondly at Wyatt. "I love our family... but I love seeing them go sometimes." He hugs Wyatt's waist.

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"Yeah. Me too, Sweetheart."

He looks back, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile.

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Glitch turns and presses into Wyatt's chest and hugs him. "I love them. But I want time with you. I love you, so much."

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His arms come around Glitch's waist and shoulder, returning the hug. The firm press of lips to Glitch's temple is a bonus.

"I love you too. Most obvious statement of the annual, huh," he teases gently. "How's your head?"

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"Starting to feel a bit clearer." He leans into the kiss with a little contented noise. "I dunno if Jeb told you... Ambrose might have briefly forgotten he'd been headcased. Jeb kept him calm."

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He leans back, eyebrows raised in surprise and approaching pride. "He did? That's my boy."

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"He reminded Ambrose that you loved him." He steps forward, pushing back Wyatt. "We know that. I love you." His voice softens for a moment, hand cupping Wyatt's cheek and jaw. "I love you," he whispers.

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"I know you do. I wouldn't make half the effort I do if you didn't." He smiles, walking backwards and careful about where he steps. Neither of them needs him to tumble backwards over the porch.

"I don't even know how to tell you how much I love you."

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"Both of us," Ambrose asks softly, stepping carefully with Wyatt. He closes the door behind them, the blanket thrown to the bed.

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"Both of you."

He stays put, trapping the pair of them between his arms and the door. "Even when you drive me crazy with technical jargon and talk of dressed that need mending for the ball."

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"Dresses?" He leans back against the door, gaze and body language almost demure except for the fact he's naked and clearly not shy. "Do I even want to know?"

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"You were just confused. And cute, in a slightly puzzling way." He smiles, feeling just as puzzled now, just in a slightly different capacity. Ambrose has never so easily shed his clothes in front of him before.

His hands brush his sides, careful not to touch the newest scar, but wanting to feel just the same. "...I don't know what I'd done if the farmers hadn't found you."

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Ambrose wraps his arms about Wyatt's neck and shoulders, pressing close. "I can't remember, I don't know if Glitch does either. I don't want to think about it. The important thing is that they did and we're here together now."

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"We're safe. All three of us, free to do whatever we want. No one to disturb us for days as we rest and recuperate."

It sounds...glorious, when put like that. "I just want to be with you both. I don't care what we do."

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"I love you. Whoever I am, I love you," he promises. He lays his head on Wyatt's shoulder. "I remember a bit. Being cold. Knowing I was alone and I needed to find you. You'd make it better."

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"It hurt, knowing you were out there. I ached with worry," he admits. "It didn't even occur to me to be angry, I skipped that step completely."

He smiles, just the hint of something wicked to it, and warmth in his eyes. Always warmth. "I'll make it better any way you want. Any day, Ambrose. Whenever we're ready."

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"I knew... I knew you'd be worried. But I couldn't put it all together..." He leans in and kisses him deeply and slowly, leaning back after a moment. "Wyatt? Will you strip down and get in bed with me?"

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The answer is a given. He hums into another little kiss, starting to unbutton his shirt. Anything to be close, anything to just feel like nothing exists outside these walls, no obligations or duties, just the two of them.

Just them. Whatever they end up doing.

He moves towards the bed, shedding clothes as he goes, and trying at the same time not to let go of his lover.

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Ambrose helps, pushing clothes down and off as they get undone, stealing small pecks from Wyatt as they move. It's not particularly sexualised, just fond and affection filled and clearly a craving just to have them together.

He sinks down to the bed, dragging the blankets back over him, shivering slightly as he holds them un for Wyatt to get in.

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Fond and full of affection he'll take any day; not that he wouldn't prefer sex (who wouldn't), but this... This is nice. It's more than nice. It's skin on skin and Ambrose's body, and what more does he need?

He crawls into bed with a smile, bursting at the seams with all the love he feels. His arms go around the other man, pulling him close and scooting even closer, because as tight a fit the bed makes them, it's perfect. It's just right.

"There, that's better."

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Ambrose drops the blanket over them, arms wrapping around Wyatt, legs tangling with his and pressing close even as he's drawn in and held.

"Much better," he agreed softly. The temptation is there, to push this further, but right now, tangled and cradled and warm is all he can really ask for, because those three things scream 'love'.

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They'll have other times, other days or nights with room to spare for other ways of expressing love and lust.

There will be no awkward bumbling between them, no ill-placed shame of being bared and naked in front of each other. Like now, when they're content and more from just being close, and feeling so acutely every square inch where they touch. So very different from...

"I remember the first time you saw me naked." He grins softly. "Or rather, first time you walked in on me while I was as bare as the day I was born, and I was so embarrassed, because I had no idea how to deal with it. ...we've come a long way from that day, haven't we."

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Ambrose chuckles slightly. "I remember... I was trying not to look because I thought you might be embarrassed, despite the fact we'd both already seen it all." And he was desensitised to naked with people he didn't really know. "We have come a long way, in a lot of different ways. I've loved learning how to be with you. It's very different from everything else I've ever done. I think."

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"I was embarrassed." He leans his forehead on Ambrose's with a slight hum of contentment. "I didn't know you, or how you felt about me and Glitch, and so on... It's different for both of us.

"I certainly had no idea we'd end up here. But it's been a wonderful ride. Bumpy in places, but that's what makes it worthwhile."

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"I like being here. Here is the first time I've felt like I'm truly, unequivocally home." Here was clearly with Wyatt, not any place. "I have never felt so close to anyone."

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"Home," Wyatt echoes the sentiment softly, a touch of wonder to his voice. "That's a good word for what I'm feeling."

He could say other things, plenty other things, things about the long run and commitment and all sorts of things that just would not top this moment. The temptation is there, but he wonders if he wants to say anything that might detract from just having a quiet moment alone with Ambrose.

Maybe later. Certainly not now.