So a friend said she was tired, this image popped in to my head and I sent it to her:
Then please yourself with the image of Jim stretched out on the sofa and Seb dozing on top of him. Jim's reading and occasionally he pauses to drop kisses onto Seb's neck.
Seb's head fits so perfectly onto Jim's shoulder, as he falls deeper into sleep his head falls to the side so Jim can bury his nose in his floppy blond hair.
The sofa's always been big enough for Jim, but Seb has to bend his legs to fit on. Jim could so easily have a new sofa by tomorrow, but it's worth the imperfection to see all of the six foot eight inches of his mercenary curled so wonderfully on his lap.