"What a tough situation I've put myself in," Weiler mock-complained, tilting his head as Locke moved down his neck, both to allow Locke the freedom to move and to brush his lips over the other man's neck as well. He sighed, long-suffering, and simply held Locke to him for a moment, just lovers pressed together on a winter night. "But I guess I did promise I'd take care of you."

'For better or worse' - that was how it went, right?