[Enjoy his hair being a mess of flyaways. Receptive to those gentle fingers, however, Sasuke only sighs in relaxation — his own voice emerges, low and sleepy.]

I don't know if I'll ever be used to hearing you say those things. [It isn't a complaint, if the way he squirrels into their embrace suggests anything.] But that's fine. I don't want to take it for granted.

[It can surprise him, every time.]

I've slept alone my entire life. [With his knee held, Sasuke rolls himself on top of the man without sitting up — a sprawl of bodies aligned from head to toe, nuzzling the sparse hair on Cy's chest with his cheek.] So, I'm grateful as well.