Most of the sleep Cal gets is sporadic and brief, squeezed in between missions or trips. It's also often fitful, riddled with dreams or nightmares. This time, although he drifts out of sleep once or twice to change position until he's got his face buried against Luke's neck instead, is at least quiet.

Even so, by the time he wakes properly a few hours later, it still doesn't feel like it's been enough.

He heaves a sigh, nuzzling his nose beneath Luke's jaw, squeezing his arms around him like he could possibly get any closer. In a way, he feels like those eighteen years haven't passed. Like he's the same person he was then.