"Thank you! I'm glad you like it. What did you do all day?"

"Read part of a book, watched some movies, drew. It was nice." And texted Asher but you know. Hugging Lev is nice. 

"It sounds like a really nice day. Can I see what you drew?"

"Sure, if you tell me more about what the fuck turned out to be going on." 

He switches on the tablet; there's one piece, half finished, of a girl with the night sky for hair. 

"Oh, wow, that's gorgeous. --It turned out that they thought the cash-transfer charity was a Satanist cult."

"— what!" 

"In their defense, what would you think if someone gave everyone you know a year's income for no reason?"

Is Lev aware that he has in fact given Sasha a ridiculous amount of money and gifts for no good reason. 

"My first guess would not be 'Satanist cult'!" 

"I think the thought process is something like 'well, what are they getting in exchange? Probably your soul.'"

"That's fair but because I am familiar with the concept of charity," and also because of my entire job, "my first assumption for what someone is getting out of it would be different." 

"They are familiar with the concept of charities but apparently 'a charity that gives you money with which you can buy textbooks if you want' seems more Satanic than 'a charity that gives you textbooks.'"

"...fair, I guess." He is extremely aware that if something looks like there are no strings attached that just means you can't see the strings, he just — 

"You okay?"

— right. Yeah. Luna doesn't have a tragic backstory. Tragic backstories are not hot and if the whale has a weird kink then fake tragic backstories are always hotter than real ones. "I'm fine, just thinking." He cuddles Lev some more. 

Lev pets her hair. "You can talk to me if you want to, or I can leave you alone for a bit."

"Keep petting my hair?" 

"Sure." 

He's quiet while he does.

He is just..... not going to open up about this. He's going to keep his head on Lev's chest and enjoy his hair being pet. 

Lev is going to keep being quiet and petting her hair until she says something.

(It's-- nice, to be safe enough that Luna will be sad around him, even if she doesn't say anything. He doesn't have any right to expect that she would want to say anything. Being allowed to hold her at all is a privilege and he is grateful for it.)

After what feels like forever but is objectively speaking not very long, Sasha says, "do you want to find somewhere with a bed so we can cuddle more?" 

He kisses her hair and is momentarily delighted by being allowed to kiss her hair. "If you want to." 

"Wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't." He kisses whatever patch of skin is in front of his face. 

He is very pleased by having his neck kissed!

They can cuddle in the bedroom.

Yeah. They can. 

He is pretty sure he is the happiest person in the world actually.