"That's cause I know better to compete," he murmured, the humour warm in his voice. But the exhaustion was there too. Even if exhaustion wasn't the word.

Content.

He felt fucking content for the first time in- hell, as long as he could remember. He pressed another lazy kiss to her lips, but his eyes were getting to heavy to even stay open.

"Remind me to tell you how beautiful you are, when I ain't two seconds from passing out," he murmured, smiling.