"What are you doing?" Booker had resettled but when he first closed his eyes he was pretty sure Andy had a shirt on. Now Joe was drawing on Nicky's hand? What had he missed by almost immediately dropping off to sleep?

Not that he cared too much when Nicky was still petting him. Joe, ever the talented artist, was able to draw on the skin of Nicky's freehand while his husband tended to a temperamental, sleepy Frenchman.

He inched a little closer to Nicky to get a better view and also snuggle some more. Since coming here he was a lot more interested in affection than before.