Nicky was particularly fussy over dinner. Yusuf had dutifully given him the takeout menus from the drawer, but the evening had been passed with several disgruntled phone calls from various takeout outlets as he requested to know more about the dishes. Eventually a little Turkish shop had been delighted to provide specifications, and Nicky had decided to enclose a little extra for the who had brought it to their door.

The boxes, practically licked clean, are stacked neatly on the small coffee table, lit by the side from the lamp. Nicky's eyes closed, then opened, watching Quynh. Yusuf's breathing had lulled him, but it had seemed clear after a while that he was meant to stay awake and watch over them both.

He reaches back at once, twining his fingers with Yusuf's. Everything is quite peaceful, and it's a pleasant surprise. He can do nothing about his own area which looks barely slept in, but for this, he will be forgiven, and it can be made up for.

After a grateful squeeze, Nicky shifts, sitting up.