[He can't deny what Stahn's saying, of course. He's utterly exhausted; he was tired when he'd gotten home, but after their frantic, intense kissing from before, he's only grown more and more so. Not that he regrets that at all, of course; it was well worth it. But now he's finding it harder and harder to stay aware and focused, exhausted as he is.
So he just makes an acknowledging noise (yes, he is, but he doesn't want to admit it so easily either, because he's Leon), and then he shifts to tuck his face into the crook of Stahn's neck wearily.
He's fine like this.
In fact, he'd argue that he's particularly comfortable like this and he doesn't want to move at all--but he's also too tired to really pick up on the fact that there's something on Stahn's mind, satisfied as he is by where he is right here and now.
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So he just makes an acknowledging noise (yes, he is, but he doesn't want to admit it so easily either, because he's Leon), and then he shifts to tuck his face into the crook of Stahn's neck wearily.
He's fine like this.
In fact, he'd argue that he's particularly comfortable like this and he doesn't want to move at all--but he's also too tired to really pick up on the fact that there's something on Stahn's mind, satisfied as he is by where he is right here and now.
What more could he really want?]