"It does," he says as Caleb struggles to accept the gift. Yussa moves to stand in front of the younger man and his free hand cups Caleb's chin to coax his gaze up. "You have given me considerable kindness and help throughout our association. Allow me to dote on you just a little."

He'd been relatively impassive when Caleb kissed his hair earlier, but now Yussa leans close to kiss the other man with a tenderness few have had the privilege to experience. As he lifts his head, his thumb strokes gently beneath Caleb's lip. A small smile appears.

"And allow an old man to indulge himself. I would enjoy seeing you in something that you can feel good wearing, even if it is only for special occasions."