Jet woke up to the sensation of fingers tugging though his hair. He blinked at the muted television – he remembered sitting down to watch a movie – and listened to Chang and GB arguing in another room. Signs of safety noted, Jet relaxed and focused on the soft touches.
Which took on a distinct petting aspect as whoever he was using as a pillow noticed he was awake.
“Sleep well?” Pyunma asked, amused affection lacing his voice.
“Nghfp.” He nuzzled against Pyunma’s leg – he distantly recognized that he should feel weird about falling asleep in anyone’s lap, but he was too comfortable to care just then – and asked, sleep slurred, “Whaddya doin’ to my hair?”
“Braiding it.” He laid a long, thin braid over Jet’s neck as evidence. “Want me to stop?”
Jet tilted his head enough to give Pyunma a narrow-eyed glare. Pyunma just chuckled and nudged his head forward again, nails scraping over Jet’s scalp as he started a new plait. Jet shut his eyes and let the warm tingles of Pyunma’s touch and the distant voices of his teammates lull him back to sleep.