Yussa takes his time looking at Caleb. He's familiar with the younger man's body and he has noticed the gradual change since the first time he saw Caleb bare. He has never asked about the newer scars, as he has a very good idea of where they came from, and he knows what a killing blow looks like.

He shifts as Caleb joins him in bed and offers no resistance as he's drawn closer to his lover's warm body. Yussa hums his agreement to the sentiment and allows himself to indulge in the pleasant feeling of having warmth rubbed into him - not as vigorous as it might be outside this intimate space. It doesn't need to be.

A slender hand lifts to brush over Caleb's bearded cheek, thumb rubbing against the grain briefly. He's seen Caleb with a smooth face before, and while the look suits him just as much as the beard (not all those who can grow beards are as fortunate), Yussa finds he likes the novelty of it, whether against his hand or his thigh.