Reed tried to smile, but it came out as a sort of grimace. "Yeah," he said quietly, stroking his cheek as well. "Such a sensitive little thing." He closed his eyes as Emerson started to stroke his back again, comforted. He was exhausted, his body weary, and he knew he was about to drift off.
"I think I'm going to fall asleep," he noted softly, barely able to open his eyes now. "Can I have a kiss first?"