He laughs again, quieter, and as his eyes slip half-shut in content and comfort he just barely catches himself before he acts on the almost reflexive urge to turn Jedao's gentle nuzzling into just as gentle a kiss. Instead he slides their cheeks together, his stubble rough and catching a little, and squeezes Jedao tighter.
"We've both got too much to do be dying any time soon."
There's an urge to sigh a little, stated so plainly. He feels old and wrung out and tired, but that's okay, because he can lean his weight into Fives a little more, and Fives will just hold him.
Fives is more than happy to take his weight, as much of it as Jedao will trust to him. He's just so kriffing relieved to be allowed to hold him like this again, and he sighs as he tucks his head down enough that he can rest his chin on Jedao's shoulder, even if it is a bit of a contortion to manage.
He's quiet for a long time, content just to stand here like this and let at least some of the anxiety of the last few weeks bleed away. "Can we... can we stay here tonight?" he finally asks, quiet and tentative. "It's okay if... if you're not comfortable with that," he adds quickly. See Holden, he's being careful. "... but if you don't mind?"
"I'd be comfortable with that," he answers, his voice equally quiet but sure and warm. "That sounds nice."
The proximity issue still isn't ideal, but he's mostly acclimated to the idea. He knows more about Mikodez than he did when he first arrived, and while he wouldn't say things are settled, they've at least reached a current equilibrium. He wants to keep living in the Roci for now, partly because moving back too soon would feel like he was silly and stupid, bolting in the first place, and partly because it allows him a new avenue to observe his warden, and partly because it leaves a buffer, in the ability to retreat back into his own room.
Which fits, more or less neatly, with Fives' request.
He makes a quiet sound of relief and squeezes Jedao a little tighter--possibly uncomfortably so. He misses the low bed, and Jedao's warmth draped over him, and the warm, diffuse light of the room a soft glow from behind his eyelids. It won't be the same without the glass windchime, but it's enough of the comforting familiarity he's been missing since Mikodez's arrival drove Jedao away.
The Roci's better than his own barracks, but it's still a barracks, and even before Jedao had taken to hiding from him he'd slept alone on the bottom bunk more often than not, on the nights he hadn't spent in Clark's cabin instead. "Thank you, Jed'ika."
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"We've both got too much to do be dying any time soon."
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"Yeah."
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He's quiet for a long time, content just to stand here like this and let at least some of the anxiety of the last few weeks bleed away. "Can we... can we stay here tonight?" he finally asks, quiet and tentative. "It's okay if... if you're not comfortable with that," he adds quickly. See Holden, he's being careful. "... but if you don't mind?"
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The proximity issue still isn't ideal, but he's mostly acclimated to the idea. He knows more about Mikodez than he did when he first arrived, and while he wouldn't say things are settled, they've at least reached a current equilibrium. He wants to keep living in the Roci for now, partly because moving back too soon would feel like he was silly and stupid, bolting in the first place, and partly because it allows him a new avenue to observe his warden, and partly because it leaves a buffer, in the ability to retreat back into his own room.
Which fits, more or less neatly, with Fives' request.
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The Roci's better than his own barracks, but it's still a barracks, and even before Jedao had taken to hiding from him he'd slept alone on the bottom bunk more often than not, on the nights he hadn't spent in Clark's cabin instead. "Thank you, Jed'ika."