Broken Boulder and i'll be your fever

Admittedly, he's mostly complaining because he wants to keep Delight a bit longer; he's probably not as subtle as he thinks, but it's hard to care right now. He's quiet for a little while, content with the silence. He likes this— there's none of the awkward messiness like when they try to talk about their feelings. The touch says enough; it says they're both here, they both want this, and right now that's all they need.
Or, it's about all he can handle. At some point he does feel a little overheated, so he shifts again, keeping contact but carefully pulling back so he can actually breathe again. This is weird, He comments, still a little sleepy, and immediately realizes that isn't the best wording. I mean, it's not, really— it's just weird for me. But— good-weird.