fast, resonably gritty and completely enjoyable. loved the second story more, since this is where it stops pretending to be a noir mystery and turns into shameless slashfic it clearly wanted to be from the start, complete with love confessions, mutual martyrdom, loving nursing through withdrawal and daring rescues (and also because harper's stoicism is more appealing than belimai's somehow whiny cynicism, but that could be just me). i'm pretty sure i've read this story at least twenty times in twenty different fandoms, and it's still as awesome as it should be.

and awwww, they're so sweet, really:
"Do you want me to cover you with my coat?" Harper asked.
"Harper." Belimai was quiet for a long moment. "You can't keep giving your own things for other people. You need to be a little selfish sometimes."
"It's not trouble. I'm not cold."
"We're both cold..." Belimai drifted into silence. He lay limp against Harper and, at last, fell asleep.