Hercules rolled over on the heap of straw and sat up, surprised.

"You're back early."

Iolaus sat down beside him, looking tense and unhappy. "Melaina's in love with me, Herc."

Hercules sighed. Iolaus liked to flirt, but love was something else. Iolaus hadn't loved a woman since Nebula. He laid an arm around Iolaus' shoulders, cautiously. Iolaus leaned into him, but Hercules could feel the tension thrumming in his body.

"Do you want to-?" Hercules asked.

"Yeah." Iolaus looked away for a moment. "But not just because-"

"I know," Hercules said, before Iolaus pushed him back onto the straw.