[It's not ideal that they have to share their space during this time, but it's easy to accept when they have weeks that will be spent doing nothing but getting reacquainted. Nothing could truly ruin that prospect.

Dorian settles into their contact, luxuriating in it as he drapes limbs over the other man. With afterglow still swimming lazily through his veins, this is ... perfect.]

What's there to that for you both, anyway? Your contract, I mean. I heard the basics from orientation, but you have to be together for, what, three months? [Because when that time's up, it's going to be them contracting, right? That much feels obvious to him, and he doesn't want to be matched with anyone else.]