[ His brows quirk, just the smallest amount, as though beginning an admonishment but not having the heart to pull through all the way. ]

I would not like to exist in a world without you in it, but much the same I hate the thought of you in a world without me.

[ Is it self-serving? Maybe, if you squint. The smile that washes over his face is easy, his tone sliding into something smooth and flirtatious, the rattled feeling he'd experienced before practically a figment in the wake of how much better it feels to have Louis in his arms. He tosses his hair back, holds Louis to him a little tighter as though he were a storybook hero about to dip his betrothed. ]

This kind of selfishness in you is one of my favourite things about you. Be as selfish with me as you please, my heart. I'd welcome complete possession from you.