[Sighing, put-upon, surely, he tipped his head toward Zev and rested his cheek on him.]

Well, yeah, I will. That's why I insist it's at least something more comfortable than a kitchen chair and me on my rolly one. Dummy.

being apart from Zevran seemed nearly criminal now that he was back. And they were all due for a bit of R&R without interruption]

I'll have to leave after a little to make food, though.