"You think that lowly of me?" asked Oliver, and let out an exasperated breath.
"No, I think that highly of you. Why wouldn't you turn me in?" said Marcus.
Oliver stared at him. "Because I love you?" he said, incredulous.
"Sure," said Marcus noncommittally.
"What the fuck," said Oliver. He was sure this was going to degenerate into another of those poor-me arguments, and he was sick of those. Because Marcus had to know. "How can you even think I don't?" he asked, and kissed him, before Marcus could start making excuses.