They fit together. Just like this, Paul looking down at Loki's stocky frame and slightly panicked face, reveling in the kiss on his chest. Reveling in the fact that Loki's here. He brings a hand up to play with Loki's hair--a new favourite thing, he realizes--and offers a quiet nod to Loki's question. It's cute, the way the other tenses up almost immediately. Paul wants that sleepy smile back though.

Loki's warm against him. Paul thinks maybe this is how he can combat that constant drizzle and cold mists of Washington: have his childhood friend curl up with him. Paul doesn't seem nearly as worried about what time it is.

"Did you dream?"