( Ja'far relaxes into the hold - the first one in so, so long. Sinbad wrapping around him draws a shuddering breath from his own chest, wrapping his arms around him in turn. )

Perhaps, but you're what I want. What I've chosen, and will continue to choose.

I love you. ( He tightens the hold momentarily, as if afraid Sinbad will disappear from him again, that he'll dissipate into rukh. ) Please. Don't... don't leave. Stay with me?