"Are you getting all mushy on me again, love?" Marcus asks from near Dan's ear, speaking softly against his skin. His tone makes it clear he doesn't mind at all, the wet sheen on Dan's eyes as the sun sets, and in fact that he might be a little mushy himself after all this.

He'd never thought any of this would be for a man like him. A man of God, devout in his way, and an exorcist. A weapon. But he's here and he's happy and the words he'd spoken during his vows had been simple and true.

And isn't that what he's always clung to? The words that were true.