Another laugh, breathed against Raju like a gift. Wrap it close enough around him and Francis’ happiness is beginning to seep in. Or maybe what Raju’s feeling is his own, something grown just from having him near, from seeing him like this. Maybe now it’s all the same, the feeling running through all the same places.

Francis is wrapping a leg around Raju’s and Raju curls it tighter, using the motion to pull the two of them that much closer. “Hm?” he asks, focused on their legs, and on working one arm between Francis’ neck and the fur over the floor. “Why? It was perfectly comfortable down here, and it’s warm. If you wake up sore I can always rub your back.”