[It's really something, isn't it, that he's been tugging and yanking and thrashing around on that leash for all this time, and in one pull Adrian just snaps it in two because he can't be fucked to leave it whole even a second longer. That's how breathtakingly strong his boyfriend is. And he's the guy who makes him look like he does now, tired and elated and glowing.

His Adrian.

In theory, he knows what he ought to do. What he wants to do. Ideally, he would get himself free and reach up to gather Adrian up in his arms and cuddle the shit out of him while they both wind down, like a good boyfriend.

Except that his hands come free, and it's like his body just stops. He had no idea he was this exhausted or this...overcome, but his arms hang pliant from his wrists where Adrian is rubbing at them, and he's suddenly so tired even the thought of moving feels like a herculean effort.]

Hey...can you keep doing that...?

[It's hard to even put into words how he feels just then. It's like he's floating, and a little detached, and vulnerable in a way he can't quite explain.

But he doesn't want Adrian to stop touching him. That much, he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt.]

I...I dunno, I feel...good, but weird...tired, I — I just, just don't let go of me, okay...?