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“Not much.”

“It will if you keep staring at that thing.”

“Probably.” But Nate wasn’t looking at the laptop now, he was looking at Leo.

At the red hair he’d been running his fingers through. The mouth that had complained about being fussed over, then found his for another kiss. The crease between his brows as he considered Nate’s poor sleeping habits.

What would they say if they could see him?

Not a door moving. Not wallpaper coming loose. Him.

They’d written so many comments about Nate looking happy. None of them had seen who he was looking at when it happened.

“What?” Leo asked.

Nate shook his head.

Leo’s frown deepened. “What?

“Nothing.” Nate shut the laptop and set it out of the way. “Let’s just go back to bed.” He held out his hand.

Leo looked at it before putting his own in it.

Nate’s fingers closed around something solid.

There was still enough of the tea left.

Good.

He moved over, opening the sleeping bag, and Leo lowered himself beside him. Nate put an arm around his waist and drew him in.

Leo came willingly, the way he always did, though he kept his head lifted for a moment, studying him.

“You’re sure you’re all right?”

Nate kissed him.

It was a small kiss. He could feel the slight resistance of Leo’s mouth, then the way it softened. When he pulled back, Leo followed far enough to rest his forehead against Nate’s.

“Better now,” Nate said.

“That was a very evasive answer.”

“It was a very honest answer.”

Leo considered that.

Then he lay down properly, cheek against Nate’s chest.

Nate tucked the sleeping bag around them, and for a while, neither of them spoke. Nate looked past Leo at the closed laptop.

Tomorrow there would be another video to finish. Another stretch of footage in which he kept his eyes carefully averted, left questions unanswered, smiled at things nobody else could hear.

Leo shifted closer.

Nate looked down at him instead.

“Comfortable?” Leo asked.