"Still with the grinning, Brendan. It's been three months." Freya knew she was grinning back.

"I know," Brendan said. "It's really hard to do interrogations like this, but I can't stop."

"You're actually getting better, but today you're just...so...happy." She watched as a bright blush appeared on Brendan's cheeks.

Brendan ducked his head. "It's just...he...well...Well, look," he stammered out. He raised his eyes to meet hers.

She looked. When he opened his mind to her, the images were extra-clear, and what she saw...Brendan lying on his side, his face red, his hair wild, panting. Emmett curled up behind him, just as out of breath.

She felt Brendan's weak thoughts ohgod that was..., and his contentment as Emmett wrapped an arm around his waist.

Emmett leaned in to kiss the nape of Brendan's neck. I love you, he whispered, and Brendan lit up with joy.