[ With utter resignation (and a slight, fond upturn of his lips) he's flopping his head back against the blanket and sighing. His fate is sealed. His ass is grass.

Maybe it's for the best they were interrupted... but that idle, poisoned thought is interrupted, as he lifts up a hand and curls it into Kaine's damp hair. It's nice. He's so warm, and large, and weirdly cozy, for a man built out of bricks.

And... it's very charming, being cuddled with. It's been so long—or, well, it hasn't... but it feels like it has. It feels like everything is right and wrong at the same time.

But maybe a bit more on the right side of things. ]

You're weirdly cute.