[ It is so, so hard to wait patiently while his furiously blushing husband stammers out his answer, but once he's finished, David lets the silence stretch. He has to because he's still riding the end of the ridiculous wave of tension that Patrick had created in David during this conversation and which he'd just finally broken, and eventually, after taking a very deep breath and shakily exhaling, David lowers his face into his hands to collect himself for a second.

Then, gently, he reaches out and takes Patrick's disgustingly clammy hand in both of his own. He waits, somehow keeping his silence, until his husband is willing to make eye contact. ]

What the fuck is the matter with you!?

[ The words are harsh, but behind them and in his expression, there is such joy and relief that David suddenly realizes he's tearing up slightly again but for a completely different reason this time. ]

Why did you have to make something fun sound like you were ready to divorce me? And probably run off with Thor?

[ He doesn't wait for Patrick to answer and, feeling far less than articulate himself at the moment, David lets go of his hand, grabs Patrick's jaw with both of his, and drags him into a kiss.

When it's over, he speaks against his lips. ]

Of course that sounds like fun. [ And then, after leaning back: ]That's what all this was about? Why couldn't you just...? And you were just going to leave? [ He gestures at the packed bag beside them. ] Why!?