"The work just makes the reward even better," he guarantees, his eyes fixed on Faraday as he grins and leans in to kiss him again. It's not as heavy or slow as before, more of a pressed and soft thing this time, leaning into those hands of his.

He grins, because how can he not? "What if it does? You screw it up, I come find you, we start again. You going to promise to do the same if I manage to make a mess?"