Carrick glanced with some amusement at Russ' heavily muscled build, so unlike his own lean body. Russell's clothes would hang on him like a tent. He looked towards the East, gauging the amount of time before sunrise.
"We can go back to your house and I'll call one of my slaves to drive up with a new outfit; I'm not going back home in just a leather jacket. They might not make it by daybreak; perhaps I should dig myself a grave for the day out here."
He made no move to get up, however, only pressing himself closer against the other man and resting his head on the strong shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment. Resting in Russell's embrace felt so comfortable; so warm and soothing and right.