I am. [He closes his eyes, melting into the Architect, and if the pressing of their bodies together makes him wince as he cradles him close, then he doesn't flinch away, focusing instead on returning the motion of his nose, from one side to the other, then up and down with a low, rumbly hum.] I know. I want you, too.

One step at a time, [to create a plan is surprisingly easy in the afterglow, his mind so much clearer, he could get up and write his best thesis.] For now I want to keep kissing you and keep you here, and we'll take it slow. Does that sound good?