He groans as Nate drives home, as well as his words. Nate's here now, he's really here now, and there's no plan to go elsewhere. There's no elsewhere to go, even. Riftwatch is separate from the Inquisition now. They can't order Nate to another base.

"I can," he murmurs, holding the back of Nate's head. "I can feel you here, and I'm here with you." Anders rocks his hips upward, grinding against his husband and moving Nate inside him, feeling so much more filled than he recalls.

His other hand slides down Nate's back, gentle and loving, and his voice lowers to a groaned whisper. "You are the love of my life, my treasure, my everything. My gorgeous husband."