He closed his eyes, letting the other pet him, more or less, which was sort of a reversal of his earlier statement of being a cat. Ah well. He let himself enjoy the touches. He wasn't against them, he was never against physical contact, but this time it made him tingle a bit, in ways his other partners had not. That both scared and pleased him, but for the moment he was really to tired to much think on it.

Yes, very tired. Meditation was supposed to rejuvenate, right? Not that it had been a peaceful session.

"Bed," he mumbled, wanting a pillow and covers and - god - sleep.