What a treat - Bodie all in black (I agree with Doyle; HOT!) and Doyle in his tight jeans ("you hardly fit into most of the things you get out in..."), oh yes!
Doyle sat down on the step above, his thigh resting comfortably against Bodie’s shoulder, and together they soaked up the sun and the dewy garden and the birdsong of the new day.
This is such a delicious sentence that conjures up hope for their peaceful future together. It's my favourite part of the whole fic.