Immortal.

“Although, I am glad that you have a similar opinion on the matter,” He heard himself say, proud of how well put-together he sounded. Wilfred smiled, just a little, but it was a smile. Fearing another one of those terribly sappy Iloveyou moments, Julian hurriedly continued. “Only when I find someone with better hair than you will I let them kill you, Wilberg. Likewise, I expect you to keep me nice and dandy till someone even more dashing than me comes along, alright?”
It was a funny way to put it, but, that way, the guilt receded a little, and at least it could be guaranteed that they would both look after each other for many years to come. Despite it all, it was oddly comforting. Wilfred’s smile broadened. “Sounds like we’ll live forever,” He commented softly. Julian pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, overwhelmed with fierce emotions that were rather hard to squash down into the box he liked to keep his mental toys in. “We’ll be immortals.”