"Good, exactly." Stratos blinks down at him in the darkness, but there's no way he has the heart to dislodge Jim now. It looks like he's sleeping with the others tonight. He curls his arm around the smaller boy, swallowing a lump in his throat as he thinks of the boy he used to curl up with this way, now fast asleep behind them.

"Come on," he mumbles, settling down between the two of them and letting Jim snuggle close before he pulls the furs over them. At least he has it easier, in a way. Concentrating on soothing his substitute little brother keeps his mind off his own problems, and slowly his breathing steadies as he dozes off.

He's going to regret that position when he wakes up, of course.