"Don't you even-"

"He might go to Canada!"

"I would kill him myself before that happened. No one deserves to be that cold!" Zavi declares.

Sean practically falls onto Zavi, shoulder shaking with how hard he's laughing. 

Zavi hugs him closer. "And don't get me started on maple syrup."

"Oh, come on, what have you got against that of all things?"

"I refuse to ingest tree juice. Disgusting."

"Oh my god-" Sean gets out, before he bends over in another round of helpless giggles.

Zavi noses back into Sean's hair, giggling softly.

Sean eventually sits back up, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "Thanks, Zavi. I needed that."

Zavi strokes along Sean's spine. "Eh. Don't think anything of it. I'm glad to help you take that load of your shoulders every once in a while."

"I don't think I can ever tell you how much that means to me."

Zavi hopes he's reading between those lines correctly. 

"You don't have to. I know you'd do the same for me."

Sean thinks back to earlier, when they had a moment where it would've been perfect to kiss. He thinks this is another one. 

So he drops his head down, to rest on Zavi's shoulder, and huffs. 

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." Zavi gathers Sean close, and keeps stroking his spine. 

"I...we...mmffgrrb."

Wow, Sean. 

"Yes, very intelligent. And articulate." 

"Mmmmmmff."

"Another excellent point."

"Shut up," Sean laughs, and sits up, as loathe as he is to move away from Zavi. He rubs his face, trying to reassemble some kind of stoic dignity. Or whatever. "You got duties in the morning?"

Zavi makes a face that says he definitely does. "You?"

"I'll find something to keep me occupied. Might join in on the training."

"You do know that you're allowed to take some time for yourself, right?"

"Ehhhhhh," Sean says, tipping his head back and forth while he pretends to think.

Zavi laughs, and pokes Sean in the stomach. "Come on, workaholic." He leads the way getting down from the roof.