"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Davian was still grinning as he settled back into his seat, turned slightly so that he was leaning into Paxton, braced against him. He'd have to remember to hide the clothes he wanted to keep of Paxton's, not only because he wanted to wear them some more, but because some of them were in disrepair from Davian's tail tearing through or other things that had caused them to rip or lose buttons. For an angel, Ambriel could be very impatient.
"Good talk." Davian yawned and stretched. Tomorrow. He'd remind himself to clear his closet tomorrow. It wasn't a new speed record, but Davian went from awake to deeply asleep in just a few moments, head lolling onto Paxton's shoulder where it stayed.