Whether due to something or the other he did, the thing has stopped moving around, and Potemkin, quite satisfied, goes back to lying still. But not completely still; every relaxed breath causes a rise and depression from where his chest touches Ky's back. More subtly, from his chest echos the other natural rhythm of his heartbeat.

He might have complained earlier, but this is much nicer than just having a blanket around. Being the one leaning into Ky this time, Potemkin, with his satisfaction from earlier just barely making it onto his face as a smile, tucks his head downward so that his face gets closer to the body in front of him, into the top of Ky's hair.