"I would wake up just to hold you again," he assures him, and then adds with a smile in his voice, "before falling asleep until noon."

He yawns again, and tucks his head against Sinric's, breathing in the scent of his hair.

"Sleep well, darling..."

Eventually Emcee drifts off into a deep and dreamless slumber, aided not by copious amounts of alcohol, but by a genuine sense of comfort and security. He hasn't felt this in a long time.