Deserve? You mean, more than a second chance at life? A chance to be with a man that loves me, and that I love back? This is already much more than I deserve. [Franz lingers close. Each breath is a cloud, a kiss that blooms against Daedalus's lips. He doesn't want to move, though he knows the cold and the sinking sun dictate that he must. Just... not exactly now. Not this moment. Not yet.]