"Oh," he breathes, and looks at Sasha with an expression that's almost worshipful.

He bites down harder when he comes and then goes loose and relaxed in Kaleva's arms. 

Lev cradles him. "Do you need anything?"

"Just you holding me." He's so cuddly. 

"Stay with me tonight?"

"Of course." He reaches up and clumsily puts a hand in Kaleva's hair. 

He laughs. "Stay with me tomorrow night?"

"Or maybe tomorrow night you could stay with me." 

"Sure! Do you live around here?"

"I live in New Orleans for the foreseeable future." 

"I-- live in Auradon City for now but I don't have to live in any particular place."

(It hurts a bit to say it.)

"Well, you can stay with me tomorrow night, assuming you don't mind that I don't live alone." 

"Parents?"

"...no, but something roughly analogous." 

"I'm lucky, I haven't talked to my dad in more than two years."

"And I haven't talked to either of my parents in four, which makes everyone make weird faces but honestly I think I'm better off." 

"Same. --I'm, uh, a remittance man."

"I don't know what that is." 

"My dad's a duke. He pays me a frankly absurd amount of money to stay out of Weselton"-- he pronounces it 'Wess-uhl-ton'-- "and not dispute the succession and not have any kids."

Auradonians are so fucking weird. 

"Good that you don't have to talk to him, anyway." 

"I don't have to talk to him! Or really do much of anything!"

"Good." 

Maybe they should be squished closer together. 

What a good plan.

"You're so pretty. --I'm sorry. Am I saying that too much?"

He ducks his head. "I'm going to look like a fish skeleton no matter how many times you say it, but you arent saying it too much." 

"What? You're perfect! Why do you think you're a fish skeleton?"