Being admonished only gets a smile from Caleb, but once Yussa begins to slide out from under him, he's forced to move. With a groan, he gets his hands against the blanket under them and pushes himself up and off his companion, sitting back on his heels.

He feels worn out and sore despite resting, and more than a little disheveled. He watches Yussa attempt to put his hair back into some order and dreads knowing what his own must look like. His gaze trails down, following Yussa's body until it lights on the bruising mottling his chest.

"Scheisse," he mutters, at least in a state today to feel some chagrin over how he'd acted. But given how he'd recalled Yussa enjoying it, perhaps that feeling is misplaced.