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[agcntbubbles]

The gunman doesn't argue because, yeah. Sleep sounded good. Actual sleep. Safe sleep. He lets his hair be ruffled and, to his credit, just huffs about it. ❝ Maybe just some comfortable clothes for tomorrow. Lounge type wear. I'm fine sleeping in just my lil' undies if that's fine with you. ❞ he grins at the slight tug and then exhales calmly. Alright, there was a plan. The big dramatics were over with and now he just had to settling into...being. Existing in tandem with this man.

❝ What do you do when you don't have anyone else? ❞ what Bubbles himself did, he imagined. Slept lightly, just enough to prevent from dropping. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of someone like Kellam having to run ragged like that.

❝ Who knows, you could be the first to die from it. ❞ he jeered with that crooked grin. Clay accepts the little kiss, reaches to hold at the man's chin to steady him for a proper peck. ❝ Absolutely stiff upper lipping it. ❞ he gives the cheek a pat and then drops his hands to work on tucking himself back into his pants and make himself presentable enough to get ready for sleep.

❝ You could give me a little tour though. ❞ he eased off the counter with your typical old man noise and stretched lazily.

  "No excuse, I'm guilty of impatience too." Meticulous self-control in other instances aside? It was a different beast to be presented with a formidable gravitational pull. He's proud of himself for making sure and checking in. All of it felt important. 

"I think it's looking closer like the second option darlin'." His own fingertips move up to rake through the gunsmith's hair childishly. A hint of a grin curls his lips as he hums his amusement. "You can borrow somethin' of mine if y'wanna be more comfortable." Kellam is a prepared and often? Neat creature. He'd requested the day off, whether to lick his wounds…Or well, this more formidable undertaking awaited. 

"No one ever died from not getting off." The blonde snorts a laugh and tugs a lock in his grip gently. "Sleep with me, and actually get some rest. I've got the first watch." There's no need to read between the lines. A decent night with plenty of rest is the most serious of luxuries in their formerly shared sphere. Kell takes his rather seriously. 

"Oh baby, you can make that up to me for the rest of your life if you want. No problem." A sweet dimple flashes on his cheek as he presses a quick kiss to the corner of the assassin's mouth, and eases back just a touch. "Next most pertinent question…D'ya want me to carry you, or are you still gonna do the stiff upper lip thing?"