note: this is technically set before the first story in the Snapshots series.

Hey...

What's up, cowboy?

Ya know how me an' Ez are...

Shoot. How in hell am I supposed ta say it? Fucking each other? Don't sound right, even if its true. Sleeping together? Me an' Ez ain't actually sleeping much.

What about it?

I'm kinda in a bind.

Ain't really a bind, I suppose. More like a...

Just spit it out.

See, Ez won't tell me what he's feeling.

There, I said it.

You already knew the man don't say much about himself.

Guess so. Ezra's always got something ta say. It's just usually not what a body needs ta hear.

What you gotta do is listen harder for all those things he don't say.

Right. Thanks.

No problem, cowboy.

Vin nodded firmly at the ghostly reflection in the mirror, then crawled into bed to spoon up against his lover. He could wait forever to hear the words. He had Ezra's hands...and Ezra's smile...and...