[That gets a huffy laugh, one knee tangling around one of Quentin's legs, just to be closer, just to feel him in one more spot. There are questions still buzzing in Koby's mind -- now as always, that'll likely never change -- but they're quiet for the moment.] You don't melt in the rain either, I bet. Amazing.

[Tipping his chin upwards, Koby watches Quentin's eyes slip closed, hears that soft, weary note in his voice. What would it mean if he started counting each restful night he was able to give this man? Would it need to mean anything more than a port in a storm, a place to batten down the hatches and ride out whatever comes? Would he want it to?]

I don't want to leave. [Softly, settling closer against Quentin, hand slipping over to find the steady pulse of his heart.] If I wake up before you this time, I'll just eat the rest of the jam, hm?