Most of the time, Marcus feels anything but perfect. Chosen by God, but so very far from perfect, and yet here with Dan, he feels like maybe he could be. If not in the eyes of the world, then at least in Dan's, and isn't that the only thing that matters now? That he's loved and he loves and he can feel things he'd never allowed himself before. It had been so easy to keep a distance and so much more difficult to let himself go, but now that he has, he can't imagine any other way.

"Yes," he breathes. "God, Dan, you... you feel like... I don't..."

Then he laughs, because he has no idea what he's trying to say, and all he can really do is hold onto Dan, curl his fingers under, and really hold onto him. He's going to come again, he can feel it building already.