Molest might be a little harsh, but Anye had a point, and he was so tired. Of the every day fight, of struggling, and if there was anyone in the world he shouldn't have to fight against it should be her.
So he gave in this time. Crawled into bed with her, under the covers even and leaned back into one of her pillows that smelled like home and other things he denied himself daily. It wasn't exactly the first time they had slept in the same bed, he may not have ever claimed to think of her in a sisterly manner - which was the truth - but no one who knew either of them would think he took advantage of her. For a dozen reasons.
His arm lifted to pull her close against his chest, gave into the indulgence to have her closer. At least if he woke in the middle of the night he would know she was safe and whole, a thing more important and assuring than she knew. "Naw. I'm fine." On impulse he pressed another kiss to the top of her head before muttering into her hair - "Anye, I'm sorry."