Oliver had spent his young adulthood sleeping with people who were aggressively uninterested in him beyond his willing body; Pietro had had a single, wildly dysfunctional relationship that had lasted far longer than it should have. It didn't matter whether he'd never been in love before or merely didn't remember what it felt like—what he had with Sam was so good and made him feel so alive that it was all-consuming. Maybe he should have been wary of that, because if it ended it was sure to destroy him. But for once he didn't want to run. He didn't want to be anywhere but in Sam's arms, kissing him like they had all the time in the world.