After getting to Henry's room, he lowers himself carefully behind Riley, chest pressing into Riley's back, arm sliding around his waist as if settling in to sleep.
At first, it's subtle, casual, almost nonchalant, but the heat of his body against Riley's is insistent.
Riley shifts slightly, trying to give himself a little space, but Henry is impossibly close, the press of his chest and the curve of his arm around Riley impossible to ignore.
And yet he pretends to doze, slow breaths, head tilting just enough to nuzzle the back of Riley's neck, but his fingers are restless.
Minute by minute, he becomes bolder. His hand drifts upward, sliding along Riley's side, grazing ribs and lightly pressing over the small of his back.
Riley stiffens. Every nerve is alive, every muscle tightens. He exhales sharply, trying to push Henry's hand away, but it's like fighting a magnet, Henry presses just enough to stay.
