Something draped across him, warmer and heavier than the bed sheets. The weight of it was comfortable. Secure.
Through the haze of resting mind, Al wondered if Fidelius was cast yet or if Severus was still at it and where'd he go anyway?
The weight across Al's body was an arm, of someone deep asleep, breathing calmly into the pillow next to Al's.
Al shifted closer.
Someone. Not Jamie. Not Scor. Oh.
That's where Severus was. Right here. And so, with everything in his world sorted out and ordered correctly and placed in its proper locations, Al slept once more.