[He holds on with all his stubborn will, every last bit he didn't use up to this point. The hand on Jazz's back digs in, as something of himself responds to the other's desire, allowing more of it in.

It's a sensation he's never felt before, the overwhelming rush of life and Jazz--all the pain, the comfort, the love--threatening to crash every system. But he holds on. He needs it, they both need it.

Jazz is all he has left. All he wants.]