If Kavinsky let himself, he thought he could sleep. He didn't think he'd dream, not right now, but he could rest his eyes and enjoy this moment, enjoy this warmth, this boy curled next to him like any of this was more than just fun. Kavinsky trailed his fingers lightly against Jack's belly. He'd never been allowed to linger with anyone but Newt and Al. He'd never wanted to. But, God, he wanted to linger. There didn't have to be anything else tonight, if he got this.