Who: Adrian & Kane Where: Castle View - Blackwater Woods When: Friday morning, around 3am Warning: gross cuddling and stuff Status: complete, Part 3
He didn’t know the answer to that either, but it was something to consider. Kane wasn’t above tranquilizing his targets when he needed to, and if he could kill a dangerous monster with just a bottle of vodka or something, that would be kind of incredible. Some dumb part of him immediately wanted to go do it himself, to bring the wendigo’s head back to Adrian as the victorious lover who’d avenged him. How would that be as a trophy? He kept those thoughts to himself though, just grunted some noncommittal sound and kept driving. Another few minutes and he was turning into the parking spot next to Adrian’s car. Kane glanced toward the slowly lightening sky as he let them into his apartment, then locked up again behind them. “Boots off, don’t track that shit through here,” he murmured before they got more than a couple of steps into the apartment, bending down to unlace his own.
"What, you don't like viscera on your apartment floor?" Adrian teased him as he untied his own boots and kicked them off, then pulled off his jacket and carefully folded it before going any further. Without the rush of victory coursing through him he was really beginning to feel the grossness of it all, the itch of dried bodily fluids on his skin, the smell of death and sex on his clothes. He was desperate for Kane's shower and wondered if Kane was going to join him or not. He seemed tired now, a little off balance, and Adrian couldn't blame him. If Adrian felt even a bit tired, he couldn't imagine how a human felt after an adventure like that. Aside from all the physical work, it was a whole lot of adrenaline to come down from. He watched him with a slightly sleepy smile and then pulled him in closer by the arm. "You gonna shower alone or help me out?" he asked, putting the options out there.
“I wanna get my security deposit back.” Kane’s body was indeed tired and sore, even though he hadn’t done any of the actual fighting. Just being there had been enough. Then there was the fucking, of course. Part of him marveled again at the strength in the hand on his arm as Adrian pulled him in. It made his stomach flutter with excitement in spite of his tiredness, and he had a feeling it always would. Gazing at that gorgeous, gore-splattered face, Kane wet his lips. “Did you seriously just ask me if I was going to skip out on you being naked and wet in my own apartment?” he murmured, slipping one arm around Adrian’s waist to pull their bodies flush together. Kane stared into his dark eyes for a beat then kissed him, hard and short, before he pulled back. “C’mon, we can scrub each other.”
Adrian smiled at that and it really was the best reply Kane could have given him. He might be tired now, but he wasn't ready for the night to end, especially when it might mean forgetting all of this. If he ddn't forget, then he wasn't looking forward to feeling weak again when this wore off, he loved how effortless everything felt and being stronger than Kane was stupidly sexy to him. He followed Kane to the bathroom, already peeling his clothes off. He tossed his shirt and jacket on the bathroom floor and thought about how he might have to burn them. This was technically classified as clinical waste and as a nurse he really should know better than to expose himself and Kane to that crap. Especially Kane, but he had a feeling the man had been covered in worse. This was his job after all and those tattoos of his were meant to protect him from harm, Adrian just hoped that included the micro-kind as well. "What's the one thing that's was hardest to kill?" he asked casually before adding a slightly cheeky, "Besides me and that thing I killed tonight."
Kane stripped as he walked too, shedding his jeans in the bathroom and tossing everything into a pile on the floor. He wasn’t going to try to save his clothes either, but he wasn’t worried about infection or anything, even though he probably ought to be. God knew what kind of infectious shit that monster had been carrying. “All these questions, you sound like you’re writin’ a book report,” Kane muttered good naturedly as he reached to start up the water. He couldn’t really tell if it was interest in him or interest in hunting that was making Adrian so curious. “I killed a werewolf once. That one was a hard fight, I wasn’t carrying any tranqs that night. And you gotta be careful with them motherfuckers, one bite and you’re fucked too, even if you survive,” he said as he stepped into the shower. The hot water felt immediately divine, and he closed his eyes as he stuck his head under the spray.
"You're a fucking lunatic, you know that?" Adrian murmured as he stepped into the shower after him and reached for the soap with one hand while the other lightly smoothed down Kane's flank. "You should have a special armor made, bite resistant and all." He had now seen what Kane wore on a hunt and he wasn't terribly impressed, especially not with his stitches visible right in front of him, a rude reminder of Kane's mortality. He felt protective of him now and Kane might have been doing this for years but Adrian hadn't known him then. He knew him now and while he wasn't exactly worried at the moment, he knew it might happen if they kept having these dumb, intimate moments. "You don't even have enhanced healing and you still waltz into battle with a werewolf and whatever the hell that thing was tonight." And he always won or got away, Adrian had to admit it was impressive.
Kane rolled his eyes, but he did so with a half-suppressed little smile. “For one, I ran the fuck away from that thing the first time, and for two, I didn’t go looking for the werewolf.” It was kind of cute that Adrian was worried about his safety. He had totally valid reasons to be, Kane did live a very dangerous life, but he wasn’t really used to anybody fretting over him. It felt kinda nice, especially considering the source. Once he’d rinsed off, he shuffled out of the water so Adrian could have some. “I’m not completely helpless, I know what I’m doing. Surprises and close calls happen to everybody. And I got some magical boosts, so ... don’t lose sleep fretting about me,” he teased as he reached for the shampoo bottle.
Adrian rolled his eyes and grinned as he stepped under the water but he didn't bother to argue that he didn't worry because maybe he did. Even now he felt like it was in his best interest to keep Kane alive and while he might not feel any traditional sadness if Kane died, he'd still be bummed out about it. He almost instantly stopped thinking about it when he stepped under the water because it felt near-orgasmic to start getting clean and the water was nice and hot. He'd worried the first time he showered here that Mila would turn on some super-sensitive smelling fueled by pregnancy hormones and start questioning about what soap he'd been using, but he'd had the excuse of showering at the hospital then so it could still happen. He hoped not, he didn't feel like lying to her face and coming up with some dumb story about how he'd spilled something on himself and showered at Toby's. Right now he'd probably just quip that he'd gotten laid and leave it at that. "I was promised scrubbing," he murmured playfully after a second, glancing over his shoulder at Kane as he started washing the blood off his hands.
Adrian was filthy from head to toe, so instead of using the little pool of shampoo in his palm on his own head, he moved in closer to use it on Adrian’s. Kane pressed a little kiss to the back of his wet shoulder, then started massaging the gel into his hair. He had only ever washed another person a couple of times in his life -- privacy in the barracks with AJ was difficult to come by, and even more challenging once they’d deployed, and most of Kane’s flings didn’t involve this level of intimacy. Kane vaguely hoped he wasn’t bad at it somehow. It felt almost meditative, sliding his fingers through Adrian’s short hair, rubbing that big scar on the side of his head again with his thumb. As his hands moved more to the back of Adrian’s head, he put more pressure into massaging the back of his neck, watching as the suds turned pink from the blood all over him. Kane washed his hair for a bit longer than was necessary, hooked on having his hands on Adrian in any manner, then let his arms drop. “Rinse,” he murmured.
Adrian let out the tiniest sound of discontent, not fully ready for Kane to just stop. He'd melted into the touch, eyes closed as Kane's fingers worked their magic because despite Kane's doubts about his ability to massage him, he was doing it just right. Adrian dipped under the showerhead and moved slowly side to side to let the water rinse away the soap and blood off his skin and hair. When he was done he leaned back again, rubbing at his eyes before blinking them open. "I'm gonna end up blowing my favor on a proper massage from you or something." He wasn't, the favor Kane owed him was so much bigger than that, but the thought of just falling asleep while Kane rubbed at him like that was pretty damn tempting.
Kane enjoyed watching the water roll down over Adrian’s shoulders and back, and he even swiped at some suds just to touch him some more and rinse his own hands off. He pressed in close for a moment, giving him a gentle headbutt as he reached around Adrian to take the soap from him. “All you gotta do is ask,” he murmured. Kane pulled back to give himself room and started rubbing the soap against Adrian’s skin, his palm passing along behind it to spread the suds around. Most of the blood had ended up on his clothes and face, but there was still sweat and sex to wash off too, and Kane wasn’t done touching him. He washed Adrian’s back, thumbs pressing in harder where the muscle felt tighter. “Bet you could give a good one yourself right now, fuckin’ kung fu grip.”
Adrian grinned at that. "You can always give it to yourself, it's just not the same," he pointed out, a quiet groan escaping him as a spark of pain-pleasure ran through him. "Can't relax when you do it yourself." His eyes were closed again as he enjoyed not just the physical pleasure of it, but the intimacy as well. He was sure he'd be having a lot of conflicting feelings right now under different and more human circumstances so he felt like he should enjoy this extra hard, while he didn't have any emotional baggage to deal with. "You're good at that," he murmured, tilting his head against the glass and breathing in deeply. On some level he wanted to just fall asleep right there, standing up with Kane rubbing all the tension out of his muscles. He felt a bit like he was floating and there was no question in his mind that he would ask for a proper massage some time in the near future.
“I meant give one to somebody else, dick,” he murmured affectionately, a grin crossing his face. It made Kane feel all warm inside to see how relaxed Adrian was looking. This was a state he never would have guessed they would end up in -- warm, loose, trusting. “Been a long time since I did this, so m’glad I’m not too rusty.” He paused to get more soap on his palms, then started to wash-massage each of Adrian’s arms, relishing the slide of muscle between his hands. He was much stronger than he looked at the moment, but Kane still liked exactly how he was built. Kane’s slick hands moved to Adrian’s lower back again, then down to wash his ass. The line between washing and groping was a little blurred, but Kane didn’t think Adrian would mind. He indulged himself for a moment.
"Someone else," Adrian huffed. "What's in it for me?" He grinned faintly, knowing full well he'd happily rub Kane down, but that grin faded pretty fast as Kane kept going. It was hard to do anything but relax when he felt like he was melting into a puddle of mindless pleasure. Rubbing became groping and he leaned back against Kane, running his fingers along his arm. "You trying to get me going again?" he teased. "You might regret that." His stamina was stupidly high when he was like this and if Kane really wanted it, he was sure he could get it up again. He didn't think that was gonna happen though, if anything he was surprised Kane still had the energy to pamper him like this, but hell if he wasn't happy he did. Turnabout was fair play and he planned on getting Kane nice and clean before this was over, looking forward to touching him back.
“Not trying, but I can’t help it if you can’t get enough of me,” Kane quipped softly next to Adrian’s ear. He liked the way Adrian leaned back against him, a solid warmth against his chest. It was subtly arousing in a way that his body was too tired to really react to, but Kane felt it anyway, a nice feeling in his gut. Reaching around him, Kane spread the soap over Adrian’s chest and stomach, indulgently washing the rest of what he could reach -- though he avoided touching the front of Adrian’s neck. This wendigo version of him might not care, but Kane did. If he thought about it too much, he could still sometimes feel that struggling tension in his hands, the little snap as his hyoid bone broke. He hated it. Luckily it was far from his mind at the moment, his hands were doing much better things to Adrian’s body now. He dipped them lower to wash Adrian’s crotch -- it was interesting to handle someone else’s junk that way, with no real sexual intent behind it.
It was a nice way to feel aroused. Adrian's body already felt sated from before so this was more a feeling of sweet contentment. Kane was right, Adrian couldn't get enough of him, even like this when he didn't really want for anything, he'd sought Kane out. He could have showered by himself and gotten the hell out of there, but he wanted to stay right there with Kane's arms around him, his hands rubbing him into a state of mind numbing pleasure. "M'gonna end up falling asleep right here," he murmured with a faint grin and even outside of sex it felt good to be touched like that. Kane's hands slid easily against his skin, slick with soap and it felt so good to get clean. Adrian wondered if he'd at least miss that if he lost his mind completely, the ability to take a hot shower, shave, feel clean. There was nothing like that out in the dark woods, he'd sure as hell missed it when he lived in his car and back then he hadn't even known a shower could feel thisgood.
Kane kind of wished that was possible. If they had endless hot water and he had the stamina for it, he wouldn’t mind Adrian passing out upright in his arms for a while. He wondered vaguely if sleeping would reset his brain, or if he would still be wendigo-Adrian when he woke up. He’d already said he remembered everything, so Kane didn’t think he would forget any of this, but how would his more human self feel about it all? About them hunting a monster and fucking in the mess left behind, the wildness of it, what they’d talked about, everything? Kane turned his head to nudge his brow against Adrian’s temple. “Fall asleep in bed with me instead?” he asked. “A few hours at least?” Kane knew Adrian had his sister to think about, but he selfishly wasn’t ready to say goodbye and let him go home yet. They were both tired, a long nap couldn’t hurt, right?
It was probably a terrible idea but so was driving home tired. The thought of sneaking into the house and falling asleep alone wasn't terribly tempting either and Adrian hummed softly, not bothering to put up a fight against his urges. "A few hours," he agreed, turning his head just a little to lean further into that touch. "Let's get you clean before the water runs out." His mind was ahead of his body and he wasn't eager to move out of this position and start moving again so he gave it a few seconds before he did, enjoying Kane's solid body against his, his thick arms around him. His family likely wouldn't wake up for another couple of hours and even then they might just leave the house without checking on him, hopefully not noticing his shoes and jacket were gone. It was something that should have stressed him out, but it didn't. He'd deal with it if they called or texted.
Kane had expected him to say no, he couldn’t, so the agreement sent a happy jolt through his stomach. Adrian had indulged him and let him fall asleep before leaving the last time, but there was something so appealing about the idea of both of them drifting off together, even if it was just for a nap. Wendigo-Adrian obviously didn’t have the same hangups as the other him, and maybe Kane shouldn’t take advantage of it ... but he wanted this. He hummed a short affirmative sound and let Adrian go with some of his own reluctance, giving him some room so he could get properly rinsed off. Since he still had the soap in hand, he started briskly applying it to himself, to get that part out of the way so they could get in bed.
Adrian cocked a brow when it became apparent that Kane wasn't expecting the same rub-down he'd given him, but he wasn't going to push it, he could still touch him and so he did. Once he'd rinsed himself off he moved to let Kane under the water, tracing one of his many scars with his fingers and watching him with a sleepy little smile. In the silence that followed it was easy to fall into thinking and he wondered just what this man meant to him. All he knew was that even in his current state, he wanted to be near him, was drawn to him in some inexplicable way, wanted to possess him in more ways than just sexually. He stepped out of the shower when Kane turned off the water and grabbed their towels, handing one over to Kane.
It didn’t really cross his mind that Adrian might want to spend the same time on him as he’d just spent, but Kane still appreciated the touching while it lasted. He took the towel and dried off, glad to be clean again and have that itchy feeling gone from his skin. The wound on his back was throbbing dully, unhappy with all of the rough treatment even though he’d kept his shirt on the entire time. Kane wished there was a way to make it heal faster, it was getting annoying. Maybe he needed to stop by that herb place he was pretty sure was a witch shop soon. Once they were both dry and the towels tossed aside, Kane snagged Adrian’s waist to pull him in close again, enjoying the feel of fresh warm skin against his own. “You’re not gonna be pissed at me when you wake up, are you?” he murmured, dipping in to brush their lips together. Kane was so addicted to that sinful mouth of his.
Adrian smiled against his lips and while he couldn't predict how he'd feel when he woke up or how much he'd actually remember, he was sure he'd put two and two together and know that Kane wasn't at fault here. "You gonna do something between then and now to piss me off?" he murmured and it was hard to imagine being pissed off at anything when he felt this good. He slipped his arms around Kane and pressed another kiss to his lips, drinking in the way his body felt against his. "Would you feel better if I write myself a note?" he said, half joking. It was also hard to imagine forgetting all of this, he remembered the lost time in Portland now and he wished he could write himself a note about that - about all of it - but he knew he couldn't. If this whole night was lost in the ether he was going to be pissed. At least this time he had someone there to tell him what he'd gotten up to.
Kane didn’t know about Adrian’s recent history with spotty memory, so he didn’t think the all-human Adrian would forget all this, just maybe wake up angry that his other self had chosen to stay instead of go home. Or maybe that he’d done any of this at all. “Nothin’ bad, just ... gonna be as greedy with your time as you allow,” he murmured with a half-smile. “You couldn’t stay last time.” Kane was sure that had something to do with Adrian living with his sister, and Kane being his dirty secret, but he didn’t want to dwell there. Adrian was a big monster boy, he could make his own decisions. Kane pulled back and snagged his hand to pull them into the bedroom. He didn’t bother with any lights, making a beeline for the bed so they could get horizontal and comfortable. As he flopped and started arranging the covers, Kane idly pondered buying a new bed, a real frame and a fresh mattress and all new sheets. It didn’t seem worth it just for himself, but if Adrian kept coming over ...
Adrian probably should go home this time as well but he didn't really care, grinning faintly to himself as he followed Kane to the bedroom. He wanted to stay awake longer, to enjoy this freedom for as long as he could, but his body disagreed with him - despite his stamina and strength - and he knew he wouldn't last much longer awake. "Let me get my phone," he murmured before they got there, ditching Kane for just a few seconds to retrieve his phone from the living room. "Last thing we need is my sister calling the cops to look for me." It was far too early to text her but Adrian wanted to leave himself a note as well. He might not be able to talk about Caius and all that fiasco, but he was pretty sure he could smooth over some of what had happened after, just in case his memory got shot. He crawled onto the mattress with Kane when he got back, flopping down on his back and unlocking his phone. "Okay, so... Don't blame him, you had fun," he murmured to himself as he opened up the reminder program. "How's that for a note?"
He chortled as he shifted in closer to slip an arm over his stomach and press a kiss to his shoulder. “Whatever you think you’ll listen to,” Kane murmured. He was quietly pleased that Adrian had fun, even if none of it had been Kane’s idea. He wondered a bit what it was like in Adrian’s head, if there was some real personality division between his wendigo and human selves, or if it was more like being on drugs -- a hard boost of confidence, shifted priorities and inhibitions, that kind of thing. Like being on a monster-power bender. He stayed close but shut his eyes so he wasn’t staring at Adrian’s phone screen, just breathing in his natural scent mixed with Kane’s soap.
Adrian wrote up the note and set it as a reminder for nine so even if he woke up later than that, it'd be the first thing he saw on his screen. He reached out to set the phone down next to the mattress, then settled down, slipping his arm back under the covers. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd have nightmares again or if sleeping next to someone would quiet them down. He didn't remember having nightmares after the last time Caius summoned him so maybe sleeping in this state would keep them at bay. Kane's arm felt nice and grounding on his stomach and Adrian wondered what it'd be like actually sleeping next to him. He hadn't shared a bed in years and while it felt oh so good, he knew it might take getting used to. "You asleep already?" he whispered, turning his head to glance at Kane.
Drowsiness had started to pull at Kane, but only just, so it was easy enough to open his eyes again as he hummed a negative noise. He gave Adrian’s shoulder a gentle gnaw, then propped his head up with his hand to look at him better. The room was dim, only some low dawn light coming through the blinds, and he could still see the faint pearly shimmer in Adrian’s eyes when they were angled right. It was so beautiful. “I haven’t done this in a long time, so ... no promises on not stealing covers or kicking you or anything,” he murmured, a little smile on his face. He’d really only shared a bed with a few people here and there over the years, never very consistently, so Kane didn’t know if he had any annoying nighttime habits. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he snored or not, though it wouldn’t surprise him considering how many times his nose had been broken.
"You can try," Adrian said with a grin. "I'll steal them right back." He turned onto his side, mirroring Kane's position and slipping his arm around his middle. "Or I'll use you as a blanket," he added, though he'd probably have a harder time doing that if he woke up all humanized and he already hated how weak he was going to feel. At this moment he could easily drag Kane anywhere he wanted, against his will even, and he really liked that. Everything was so effortless and painless, if he had a say in how often he could be like this, he'd probably do it too much. "I haven't shared a bed in a long time either. And apparently I'm a little fucked in the head now, so I might be a terrible sleeper."
Kane moved to rest his forearm against Adrian’s shoulder, his fingers moving to trace his head scar and stroke the soft hair around it. He kept wanting to ask where that one had come from in particular, if it had been the wendigo or if it was from some experiment or something. “Don’t stress it, I’m a shitty sleeper sometimes too,” he said. “‘Specially when I’m sober.” He was kind of hoping that the high Adrian gave him just from being there would lull him like alcohol had so many nights, and he wouldn’t have any bad dreams. Or worse, get called out to reap. It was a little easier when it happened while he was sleeping, but he didn’t want that shadow following him back, not when Adrian was there.
Adrian closed his eyes and tilted his head into the touching. He didn't know why he liked it so much when Kane touched his scar, maybe it made him feel seen in a way he usually didn't, or maybe his nerves had all healed up weird and it just felt good. In this moment when he wasn't feeling terribly sentimental he suspected the latter but he couldn't deny that just being here with Kane felt oh so sweet in ways that had to do with something more than just having a warm body next to his. "Then this is going to be an interesting night," he murmured as he opened his eyes again to look at Kane. He could see him so clearly and he looked good, sleepy and relaxed like this, inviting too so Adrian leaned in to kiss him again. "If you're a shitty sleeper and I want to sleep here again, I'll just get you drunk," he teased in a soft murmur against his lips and the thought of coming back - of always coming back - was more appealing than he could admit.
It was impossible to miss that they liked touching each other’s scars, and Kane found the most prominent one on Adrian pretty fascinating. Besides some random small scar lines on his own face, all of Kane’s big ones were hidden by clothes most of the time. He wondered what it was like to walk through the world with such a huge “something bad happened to me” signal right there in plain view. Adrian carried a lot of secrets -- maybe part of his appeal was that Kane wasn’t the worst one. Also those lips, for fuck’s sake. Kane’s stomach fluttered a bit in a melty way as their mouths met again, and he let out a little snort at the tease. “Just come over and start early, takes a while,” he drawled back softly. Kane smirked and then kissed Adrian some more, shifting his body in until they were lightly pressed together. His clean skin felt so good on Kane’s. Maybe they would surprise themselves and sleep like babies together, who knew.
For something that hadn't been meant to be anything and then was meant to just be a fuck, this was getting awfully intimate and Adrian was slightly amused by it when he thought of it in the abstract. This man had killed him, terrified him and nearly tortured him and yet Adrian couldn't get enough of him. He wasn't even the type of guy Adrian would have gone for once upon a time, but he was drawn to him now, obsessed with that sad puppy look in his eyes and his hard and scarred body. Adrian couldn't keep his hands off that body, even now when he was about two minutes away from falling asleep. "I'll keep that in mind," he murmured. "You gotta supply the booze though, you're way too expensive for me."
“Not a problem,” Kane murmured with a tiny smirk. He kept himself well supplied with liquor, feeling like he needed it for many more things than just sleeping. He kind of didn’t want to be totally wasted when Adrian was over though -- for one, he tended to run off at the mouth, and hadn’t that caused him enough problems lately? For two ... Kane didn’t want to cheat himself out of being fully present in these fleeting moments. He felt like he needed to absorb all of this, hold it close for when it all inevitably ended. He pressed a couple more kisses against Adrian’s full lips, then nudged him to roll over. “My bed, so you’re the little spoon,” he added with some cheek. Kane was sure they would shift around during the night, but he wanted to at least doze off with as much of his body pressed against Adrian as he could manage.
Some part of Adrian wanted to playfully protest but honestly, being the little spoon sounded really nice so he just smirked back at Kane before shifting around in his arms and pressing back against him. "Better hold me then, motherfucker," he murmured without any bite to it, pulling Kane's arm more tightly around himself. It was every bit as nice as it sounded having Kane's warmth against his back and on some sleepy and lazily horny level he wanted to have sex like this until he fell asleep just to feel more of Kane. He wondered what he was like in the morning, even if he'd already met him when he was newly awake. Getting woken up in the middle of the night was different from waking up himself in the morning though and he had a feeling Kane wasn't much of a morning person. That was okay, neither was Adrian, but he was curious to find out if this feel-good moment would fade away fast or not.
Adrian fit as perfectly against him as Kane suspected he would, and he did indeed get a solid hold around that lithe body of his. He chuckled softly as he squeezed tight for a moment and whispered a fuzzy, “I got you.” In this warm intimate moment when it was easy to mean things, those words felt more significant than just their spooning arrangement. Kane wanted to have Adrian in many different ways -- possessive ones and supportive ones and sexy ones. For right now those desires were mostly sated, and as soon as he was fully settled he felt himself starting to drift, lulled by the body heat they were sharing and the gentle thud of Adrian’s heartbeat against his chest, the movement of his breathing.
Adrian could feel him drift off and those words of his sent a pleasant little warmth through him. Did that mean his wendigo'ness was wearing off? He had no idea, he still felt pretty carefree and unbothered by everything and he had no desire to test his physical strength in this sleepy moment. Instead he reached for his phone again and glanced at the clock. His sister would be awake in only three or four hours and Adrian knew there was a risk that he wouldn't remember anything by the time she'd no doubt call him all worried. He might as well do his future-self a favor and avoid that happening so he sent her a quick text about how he couldn't sleep and went out for a while, even stuck a few Xs at the end. It occurred to him that maybe he should tell her he had a random shift at the hospital but that would mean there was an emergency and it honestly felt like too big of a lie to maintain so roaming around all restless would just have to hold up. After that he put his phone on silent and relaxed into Kane's grip, idly stroking his arm and marveling a bit at just how right it felt to sleep here even if he probably wouldn't have dared if he was more his human self. "Night Kane," he whispered and silently willed himself into sleeping nicely and not having awful nightmares. He wanted this niceness to last as long as possible.