Martin's eventual acquiescence surprises him a little, but John's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He just grins, humming in preemptive satisfaction as he resettles himself, all but burying his face against Martin's chest. Once he's comfortable, he puffs out a sigh and melts back down against the mattress.

It's all deliciously cozy, and with his arm draped around Martin's side, it doesn't take any real effort to curl his fingers in a gentle scritching motion along Martin's back. It's part thanks and, if he's being scrupulously honest, part drowsy, hopeful suggestion.