Maybe I am. Is it really so bad, to be fussed over by the people who care about you?

[ Cale lays back down in the bed and Sylvain follows him, cheek propped in one hand as he smiles down at the other redhead and kisses him lazily, leaning into him as his other hand comes up to cup against his cheek. Tangles fingers in his hair. ]

You’re always looking after everyone else around you. They want to return the favor.