Michael makes a vague sound in response, an amalgamation of syllables that don't quite add up to words but that seem positive just the same. He stirs but only enough so that he can inch closer to the heat at his back, towards Ben. For once, he feels warm and that ever present tension in his sloped shoulders and knotting his spine seems to have melted away.

It is, in a word, Heaven.

He doesn't remember the last time he felt this safe, so completely unafraid, not even before he first came to Earth. It's a blessed reprieve, a haven. That's what this last week has been for him, a small island of calm in the otherwise tumultuous sea of his life, when he'd started to feel like he was drowning.

Without opening his eyes, he feels for the comforter that's slid down to his waist at some point, tugs up to cover the both of them with a sigh.