No matter how many times he feels it, the sudden rush of cool night air against his face will never get old to Fae. He shouldn't need to give reasons for wanting this, for why he has the right to feel and enjoy the same simple pleasures that anyone else does, but it's nice to have such a gentle reminder. You've done it. You're out again. This is where you belong.

Ah, but this time-

A light squeeze around his fingers not only reminds him that he isn't alone, but also that his his fingers should not be squeezed right now. Pain shreds through his hand and in the moment he bristles, his brow shiny with sweat, blood dripping from their clasped hands - and yet he lets a rare, true smile brighten his face as he turns to Keelan. "I told you," he laughs, and pulls their bloody hands up betweeen them, "don't underestimate me in a shitty situation."