"Mm?"

It hadn't been very long, so Jean hadn't moved either. Marco seemed peaceful sleeping against his shoulder like this, and Jean didn't want to disturb him. He didn't sleep too, but sort of... blankly stared for awhile, half at Marco, half into the hollow space of the ceiling, his neck hung over the back of the couch.

Don't worry, Marco, the drool can remain a secret between dudes.