"While you are here," he reminds, perhaps a bit more cruel than he needs to be. But it will always hurt, that Maedhros had given up and left him instead of stayed.

Maglor manages to clean and dry his hands before he finds himself enveloped in his brother's arms, glove stripped off to be cleaned with more care...later. It matters less than burrowing into his brother and breathing, trying to steady himself even as he clings to something solid, warm, alive.

"...You left me before. I won't let you be taken from me so easily now."