“I don’t ev’n own any friggin’ turtlenecks–” The kiss cuts off his breathy retort. He sighs into it, and resigns to not do anything else for the rest of the night but surrender to Nisha and the depths of sleep. With the click of her lips leaving his, he musters up enough energy to crawl his way up the comforter and actually onto the bed, sinking down onto the sheets and tugging Nisha down with him. He’s still in most of his clothes, but like everything else, he can put them off till morning. He curls up and effectively wraps all his limbs around the gunslinger.
“Mm, Jus’ promise me it’ll b’ a pretty one.”