Cyrus felt Kane's weight settle more heavily against him, the fox spirit's breathing deepening as exhaustion finally claimed him.
The empty teacup slipped from Kane's relaxed fingers, and Cyrus caught it before it could shatter against the balcony floor.
"Kane," he murmured, but received only a soft sigh in response.
Carefully, Cyrus shifted his grip, sliding one arm beneath Kane's knees while supporting his back with the other.
Kane's head rested against Cyrus's shoulder, silver hair still damp from the shower catching the early morning light.
The walk to the bedroom felt longer than usual, each step measured to avoid jarring Kane awake.
Cyrus pulled back the covers with one hand, settling Kane onto the mattress. Kane mumbled something unintelligible, fox ears twitching briefly before he curled onto his side.
