"There are so many, many things I could show you, Soleil." A marvelous world of fun to be had with the right instruction and tools. "One day I will show you my case of toys."

One day. He thought nothing of the plans he made, the soft idle promises, floating on warmth and ill exhaustion and the comforting thud of Michel's heart in his chest. How a heartbeat could be familiar or not was a strange thing- but it did not sound much at all like Alistair's and yet had become its own comfort. Later he might think on that with no little trepidation- but for the moment? He was content.

Even if what shifting that needed to be done for the ointment wrung out a soft, almost petulant whine. A grumble of displeasure as he curled tighter against Michel's chest- but the disquiet did not last.