He keeps grabbing at Faraday's shirt to tug him in for a deeper kiss every time it feels like he needs him more, like he doesn't want to breathe if he can just kiss Faraday. It feels like that grief in his chest might burst and explode, the gratitude that he's alive to do this, but he lets it simmer and stay.

"Faraday," he moans against his lips, but that's not right. No. "Joshua," he murmurs instead, eyes closed and feeling so warm and right.