[After a few moments, or maybe a few minutes, the tidal wave of undefinable emotional passes over and recedes, leaving a dull but almost satisfying ache in his chest, and he gradually relaxes his grip on Curtain.

He should stand up and pull away but instead he relaxes a little bit more against him, forehead heavy on Curtain's shoulder]

....well, that's one way to get that square filled.

[there's a dry chuckle in his voice]