Whitefish River Red Bull and minivans

He relaxes quickly for a boy who has never cuddled with a near-stranger like this before, sighing softly as the last of the tension leaves him. The movement startles him a little, but he doesn't react at first. His gaze settles on Evergreen's face as the male rests his head on his foreleg, eyes widening for a moment when he fully registers the smile. His gaze drops quickly, though a timid smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he lays his head beside Evergreen's. He's far too tired to think anymore, much less try to figure out what any of this means, and within moments he's asleep.