*The questioning expression forming on Ikenna’s sleepy face softens as Kailas pulls him back, against him, reestablishing contact between the two. This new positioning is more than a little distracting, enough so that for a long moment, he fails to even notice that Kailas is freshly showered; in fact, he fails to notice much of anything beyond just how right this hold feels.* Ah? No, it’s fine. I just... *What? Thought he had dreamed up the entire night? He gives a faint clearing of his throat.* In any case. *Ikenna shifts, blinking his red eyes. Something seems... odd about himself, and Kailas’s actions. He’s... sticky?* ... Kailas, did I....