He leaned into the touch with a smile, and a happy sigh. The young man dozed lightly, resting his head against the back of his chair with half closed eyes. Cyrus stirred only when he heard the other man mentioning mentioning a bed, warm and soft ... "But I'm so sleepy... Just so tired." He brightened suddenly as an idea struck him from out of the blue.

"Would you cuddle with me?" He hoped so. Despite the wounds he still bore, Cyrus wanted nothing more then a few moments spent curled up against Lucas. Everything had been so complicated for so long between them, and now everything had become so much less. There were no more tangles, no more murderers out trying to get them ... Just the two of them.