Fletcher nodded slowly, shifting positions to allow for him to rest against him comfortably. "I don't suggest killing your siblings," he said calmly as if he was talking about the weather. "And of course I don't mind if you stay a few days. When have I minded?"
He looked down at him quietly for a moment, chuckling softly. "You? Not getting amazing sex? How very curious." The corners of his mouth twitched as he tried not to smile. "I cannot say the same. It really is unfortunate for you. However, you may rest easy knowing someone is picking up your horrible slack."
He offered him a small smile. "If I died now, outside of being utterly disappointed that I'd died at age thirty-one, I would be quite happy. Hopefully we can get one more bout of sex before then, though."