Everything has happened very fast, and it takes Cullen a little bit for the rest of him to catch up to where Alistair is. He's wound his arms around Alistair, one hand fisting in his shirt; he realizes, slowly, they're rocking back and forth, as gentle and predictable and necessary as the tides.

"Mine," he murmurs finally. "Alistair. You're mine. And I'm yours."