[Riley strokes his other hand through Ferran's hair, and despite how nervous he'd been at first, god he is so glad to be a part of this -- Ferran is so happy right now, and Riley can make him happier --
Zetta reclines back, watching through heavy-lidded eyes. Jesus fucking christ, she wishes the blanket wasn't in the way, because these are her men, all but tangled together -- She'd really like to be able to see all of them. But she doubts Deacon would appreciate it if she pulled the blanket back and exposed him to the cold air.]
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Zetta reclines back, watching through heavy-lidded eyes. Jesus fucking christ, she wishes the blanket wasn't in the way, because these are her men, all but tangled together -- She'd really like to be able to see all of them. But she doubts Deacon would appreciate it if she pulled the blanket back and exposed him to the cold air.]