Chris felt a shift in his chest, a warmth spreading that was unrelated to body heat or thermodynamics. He leaned in, resting his forehead against Dax's, their breath mingling in the small space between them.
"You're ridiculous," he whispered, though there was no conviction in his voice.
"You married me," Dax reminded him gently.
"Clearly I have questionable judgment," Chris murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Dax's lips.
"Or excellent judgment," Dax countered, deepening the kiss slightly. "Depending on your perspective."
Chris pulled back just enough to meet Dax's eyes. "I'm sitting on your lap in a moving vehicle claiming to be cold when I'm clearly not. I think my judgment is currently up for debate."
Dax's hands tightened at his waist. "I think your judgment is excellent."
Chris laughed softly, settling more comfortably against him. "We'll agree to disagree."
