“You’re tired,” he grinned, and shifted his weight off his arm long enough to take off his cloak and covered them both.
“Stay here. Rest. We can talk when you wake up,” he says, kissing the shell of his ear as he slotted behind him. “I’ll keep you warm,” he whispered.
For a few hours, the only sound was their rythymic breathing and soft sighs. Occasionally the sheets rustled as they shifted.
And then Techie’s breathing sped up. He started to shake in Ren’s arms, and began sobbing into his chest.
TechieHux 