They stared out the window after Ilyn for several long moments in silence before Maze finally turned to face James.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, looking James up and down with a concerned expression as he took a step towards him.

“Me?” James frowned and closed the distance between them. He brought his hand up, intending on pulling Maze’s hoodie away from his chest to see the wound but Maze’s hand shot up to grab his wrist and stop him. “You’re the one that’s hurt!”

“I will live,” Maze said dismissively, but winced as James brushed against where the sword had gone through his chest.

“Maybe we should get you to a hospital,” James offered.

“Not necessary,” Maze said distractedly. His eyes had slowly drifted down over James’ face as he’d spoken and come to rest on his mouth. “It’s already begun to heal.”

James watched as Maze stared at his lips for a minute. Testing a theory, he drew his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it, unable to help smirking a little as Maze’s eyes narrowed and he gave a low growl in the back of his throat.

A second later the smirk was wiped off his face as Maze pulled him closer, wrapped his other arm around his neck and the world melted away as Maze kissed him.