"You’re not prescription-strength, but you’ll do," he said into Wilson’s neck, hardly recognizing the raspy slur of his own voice.

"What?" Wilson said, and when he didn’t answer, "Just go to sleep, for God’s sake."

But he stayed awake a little longer anyway, hoping Wilson would kiss him one more time.


No. Don't even ask for a comment after that. I'm barely holding onto my last shreds of coherency as it is. You--that was--it--that--what--

This fic is flipping brilliant.