Wrathion's words are unexpectedly tender, enough to make Anduin's heart ache for him.

That is all that matters.

Anduin takes a few tentative steps forward to close the distance between them, reaching for Wrathion's hand. It is foolish to feel self-conscious of such a gesture, considering how much more forward he has been with his affections as it is, and yet.

"You are," he agrees, softly, and gently squeezes Wrathion's fingers in his own. "And I with you."