"...because... I... am? You can see my ribcage? This is just true actually?" 

"Yes. And it's really really hot. --Not that it wouldn't be hot if I couldn't," he adds, "you would be really hot either way, I just. You're so thin."

He's just.... not going to talk about why that is. Nobody really wants to hear it. And cute boys who think it's hot for some reason definitely don't. 

Kaleva nuzzles him.

(He's hard again.) 

Being held is nice. Sasha's a fan. 

Maybe they can fall asleep cuddling.

Maybe they can. 

(He knows, objectively, that it hasn't been that long since he left the Isle, since the last time he got to fall asleep being held. Still.) 

Kaleva has never actually fallen asleep holding someone and has discovered that it is kind of hot and sticky and makes his foot fall asleep.

But he gets to hold Sasha and gently stroke his hair while Sasha's asleep and peaceful and that makes up for everything.

He kisses Kaleva when he wakes up. 

Gosh!

"Want to order room service?"

"Sure! I have never actually had room service before." 

The menu features: pastries! bananas foster! pancakes! fruit! smoked salmon! many kinds of egg! shrimp! grits! steak! oatmeal! cereal! yogurt with granola! hash browns! sausage! biscuits! bacon! fries! muffins! bagel with cream cheese!

Fries and fruit and pastries and a chocolate muffin and probably at some point he should try Auradonian bananas but he doesn't really want to right now. 

And Kaleva will get more fruit and an enormous stack of pancakes. 

"Fruit is so good," he says. "I didn't have a strawberry until I was fourteen."

"Fruit is so good." When it isn't rotten. 

"Weselton is really far up north, we didn't really have most fruit. --We had berries, though, I used to go in the woods with a book and pick lingonberries."

"We got fruit, it just," was rotting, "kinda sucked." 

Sasha looks uncomfortable. He doesn't ask. 

"At least we have fruit now."

"Yeah," very soft. He puts his head on Kaleva's shoulder, just for a moment, and then sits up again to eat. 

He tries to think of a topic that won't make Sasha look uncomfortable. 

"What kinds of things do you like to do?"

"I like reading, I like climbing trees. What do you like?" 

"Reading. Mostly social science."

"What parts of social science?" 

"All of it. --But that's boring, you don't really want to hear about that, tell me about the stuff you like."

"If I thought it was boring I wouldn't be asking!"