Daniel set everything down on the counter and sighed softly, turning and walking over to his husband, framing Methos' face in his hands.

"All right, love," he said softly, calmly. "All right. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I promise. I'll call them tomorrow morning first thing." He kissed Methos softly and pulled back, watching him carefully. "Stay with me while I finish cooking?"