“…I’m staying like this.” Wriothesley rests his head against Neuvillette’s shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you. About getting to just hold you like this.” His voice softens, a little breathless from how much he’s letting himself relax. “Doesn’t matter if you’ve got paperwork or lectures or storms waiting outside. Right now, I’m not letting go.” A small laugh slips out, quiet and fond. “Neuvillette… you make everything feel lighter. Even when you’re quiet. Especially then.” He presses in a little closer, like he needs the contact to breathe right. “Let me stay like this. Just for a while. Or longer. I’m not picky.”