Nezumi and Shion let their weight be tugged by gravity's pull on their tired limbs, collapsing on the couch together. Safu and Jiro had been pieces of work at the dinner table an hour prior, flicking little pieces of food from their spoons across the room at each other and kicking one another's shin's underneath the small, round wooden surface, and then promptly tackled each other in a kind of wrestling match on the floor in their room thirty minutes later, even after the lights had been turned off to signal it was their bedtime.

Startled by the banging noises and grunts of children play-fighting coming from the level above, Nezumi had stomped up the staircase with purpose (with Shion trailing mutely behind) and threw open the bedroom door, watching with faint amusement as both children jumped and paused their movements. If Nezumi wasn't already so tired and cranky, he would have found the sight laughable — Jiro almost pinning Safu to the floor with a handful of her silky-black hair in his fist and tugged slightly, Safu with both hands reached out to stretch his mouth in strange ways. They detangled themselves from each other as soon as they saw Nezumi's familiar murderous expression, even if he wasn't really that mad. It was just enough to make them realize that he was really tired, and they really needed to stop and go to sleep now. Shion was a little more merciful, however, stepping in front of Nezumi with an equally tired, but caring smile as he gently offered, "Would you like me to read you both a bedtime story to get you more in the mood for sleep?" Two little heads nodded eagerly and raced back into their respective beds while Nezumi tsk'd and disappeared down the staircase again.

It had really been a long day.

Shion sighed when he felt Nezumi's body follow him and landed right up against his back, both their legs sprawled out and slightly tangled over the edge of the couch. The white-haired man closed his eyes sleepily and mumbled in the pillow his face was pressed against, "We should really just go to our own bed or we'll accidentally fall asleep here…"

"I don't give a crap," Nezumi mumbled back, his own eyes shut while he leaned his head back up towards the ceiling. "I just want to sleep… don't care where it is…"

"Mmn…" Shion groaned quietly, feeling his body sink into the couch as he let his consciousness fade, though also partly by Nezumi's weight atop him. "We should… at least get a blanket or somethin'… t's cold…" he was too tired to care that his normally-perfect speech was becoming a slur of random words, just enough to get his idea across. At this point, he wanted to say as little words as possible.

"You get it," Nezumi replied quietly. "I can't move."

Shion let his ruby-red eyes reveal themselves at this, pouting up at his partner. "You can move, you just don't want to."

"Mm. Maybe."

Shion exhaled, realizing just how much his body was being pressed into the cushions with his consciousness sluggishly returning. "You're heavy, Nezumi."

Nezumi said nothing. He didn't move an inch to remedy the situation, either.

Shion squirmed a little under him, just enough to be able to extend his arm and grab the folded up blanket next to the loveseat a couple feet away. With barely-open eyes, he looked to his exhausted husband and shook his arm a little. "Hey, come on Nezumi, move a little bit so I can cuddle with you better."

Nezumi released a rather loud, obnoxious groan. "Fine," he said, scooting a couple of inches and laying down more properly on the couch. "Jeez, just wanna sleep…"

"There, that's better." Shion smiled approvingly, then unfolded the blanket and joined him on the little space left of the couch, his back pressed up warmly against Nezumi's entire front in a classic spooning position. He lay the blanket over them as they made themselves comfortable, nuzzling the back of his head into Nezumi's collarbone area. Eyes closed sleepily through this whole process, Nezumi at least made the effort to toss an arm over Shion's side and cradled his body closer against him. This brought a satisfied smile to Shion's lips.

"I still think we should have moved to the bed, Nezumi." Shion muttered. He was already anticipating Nezumi to kick him out off the couch somewhere throughout the night with the very little space there was.

"Goodnight, Shion." Nezumi replied in his ear firmly.