It was familiar enough to pull Justin into his arms and hold him there, but Anthony refrained for the moment. He clutched the book a little tighter though, shaking his half sleep from his frame. "For what, love?" Justin was capable of a lot of things. Angering him till the end of time, being an annoying, spoiled shit. But the thing he did best was making Anthony feel comfortable and no matter what, being his friend. They were back to that now, clearly, with Anthony back in a familiar position on Justin's chaise in his room. A room that had become so familiar to him.