Permafrost Hollows and in the end, i'll do it all again

As if summoned by his thoughts, Zamael appeared; he was too exhausted to be startled. His eyes cracked open slowly, ears flicking at the apology. For several beats, he did nothing— said nothing. His brother was here, again. Even after— everything.
Alarian found himself without words. He uncurled himself instead, moved almost frantically to press against Zamael if he was allowed. Or, rather, collapse against him. He didn't allow himself to feel relief; not yet, not until he knew his brother would come home with him. His breath hitched slightly then, a shudder running through him, and he found words, whispered and shaking: I want you to stay.