Would they have gotten a reunion at all, he wondered, if the strange powers that be did not see fit to bring them here at the same time? Perhaps, if they weren't both so busy. Perhaps, if Zevran wasn't a coward.

No running here. He leaned in in turn, the press of his lips firm to fully convey the desire still felt deep in his soul for his dear, precious Warden who was truly too forgiving of his flighty nature. The Crow slipped his other hand up along the curve of his neck; fingers brushing the nape as he lingered close.

"Happenstance seems to be the name of the game so far as we are concerned, does it not? I am not complaining either." He was also going for another kiss.