Raju heaves a breath, smiling upward. Francis’ hand is gone, which means maybe they’re done; Raju is so full with contentment now, and still lying here with his friend’s strong thighs and bodyheat beneath him besides, that the idea is hard to mind. It’s hard to really mind anything. “Back to it, hm?”

He twists to look toward the table and the goods still waiting to be put away. “Nothing on there that won’t keep, though.”

Minding is different from liking things exactly where you’re at. They could stay here a while more and Raju wouldn’t complain.