Opening his eyes, Shaun stared up at Leonardo, who was humming something, an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
"Come on. You can't stay mad at me forever, you stubborn asshole."
"Can and will, Altair. You didn't have to turn me."
"But Al Mualim would have! I told you that before! And I wouldn't want to share eternity with anyone else."
"You really don't help yourself, do you?" Leonardo asked, his fingers trailing lazy patterns over the sleeve of Shaun's shirt. Shaun reached up, scratching uncomfortably at the dried blood that had crusted and stiffened the shirt.
"You need some new clothes, my sweet." Leonardo mumbled to him. "Perhaps tom