What Bulba felt in that moment was something he was not sure he could describe. Something light and warm and fluttering. Sometime before he had felt something similar, but it had been so much more hesitant where here it felt like the whole of him was laughing. Bulba lifted his head enough to nuzzle his face against Vinnie's neck, breathing in more of that fragrance.

Thank you for finding me, he had said. Thank you for choosing me, he said now.

He held the other a bit tighter, as if answering the unspoken. Bulba was not about to let him go.

"Thank you for letting me," he murmured back, placing a soft kiss against his skin.