This is perfect, and Fives presses in close, his forehead resting against Jedao's, and sighs. "Thank you, cyar'ika," he murmurs. He's not going to sleep, even if he probably needs it, everything's too close to the surface right now, but with Jedao here, in their bed, the familiar sounds of the aquarium and the windchimes in the background, he can relax. Even Tits making her way over from where she must have been perched on Jedao's desk watching the fish and stretching out above their heads is just a comfort.