Milt collapsed half on top of him. The come on their bellies cooled and became sticky, but neither had the energy to move yet. As Russ’s mind slowly came back online, he took stock. There was a warm feeling spreading in his chest, different from the intense pleasure moments ago. This was more like a tingling energy radiating outwards. It felt restorative, repairing the damage from the weeks they had spent apart. He could feel the bullet wound in his shoulder and… shit, he could feel Milt’s wound in his thigh.