Recognizing the effort it takes to reach for him and disinclined to refuse such a request, Caleb makes himself find a comfortable way to lay down. Facing Yussa, he slides his arms around him and draws him in close. Whatever else he might feel, this is something he is glad for. He's guided easily into a kiss which he returns with a similar mix of emotions, but he can't let himself linger on the longing he feels. He knows how quickly that turns into shame and guilt.

As their lips part, he strokes a hand through the soft pale waves of Yussa's hair, gently cradling the back of his head. He kisses his lover's cheek, the corner of his mouth, then his lips again fully, not quite satisfied yet.

It is late, and dawn will arrive well before he's had enough rest to replenish his reserves of arcane energy. He also recalls that he's left half of his clothing downstairs. His pants, specifically. So no possibility for a swift exit for him in the morning. If Yussa wants to have a conversation, he won't be able to escape it.

Well, if there is no avoiding it, at least he knows to be prepared. He can do damage control. To keep this relationship intact, he'll say whatever he needs to.

"Sleep, schatz," he murmurs, curling closer still. "I do not have any pressing appointments with sea monsters to keep tomorrow."