By the time that Rhys got home, Kellen was nose deep in a novel that Hill had sent over earlier, two cups of tea deep, and laid out on the couch like a slug. He would have felt ridiculous and like he was doing something wrong if Rhys hadn't seen him like that and had grinned like a fool.
"I'm glad you're so comfy." Rhys said after he'd taken off his shoes and came to stand at the end of the couch. His eyes were creased at the corners as he stared at Kellen, laid out, his Captain's jacket half undone.
Kellen turned his head from where he was lying on his side and perked up. He pulled himself up slightly, staring at Rhys intently.
"Do that slowly." Kellen ordered and Rhys blinked, before he started laughing. His expression was full of joy at Kellen's words and the man did the smart thing and slowed his hands. Kellen shifted on the couch, putting down his book so that he could use his free arm to push himself up and watch Rhys.
