Finn smiles, much more calm and receptive to being tucked in this time. Warm and snug, with the catharsis of knowing that he and Jake were on the same page, he felt like he could sleep for a day.

If there was anything Jake was good at, it was helping Finn get to sleep. He’d been doing it since they were babies, whether it was rocking him, or reading him a story, or wrapping him up in a warm fold of skin-blanket. He knew the ins and outs of Finn’s sleep and what he needed almost better than Finn did himself.

“Sure,” he says sleepily, yawning as he closes his eyes. The warmth of Jake’s body all around him, the resumed thud of footfalls and slight sense of movement all creating a perfectly comforting environment for him. He could feel the last bit of weary energy from the day slipping away, breath slowing as sleep finally took hold.