After that one night, he'd not been able to even if he wanted to. Yes, it might not mean anything to anyone, and it was likely foolish, but the intimacy meant something to him. Which he held it should, really.
Truth be told, neither of them had gotten much sleep the night before and today had been just as exhausting (in a much less pleasant way). Cathair likely wouldn't be able to do more than doze, since he wasn't terribly comfy.
But it was somewhat peaceful in the quiet, dark closet, Eden wrapped in his arms. He could stay for awhile, especially if it helped her.