Fox hums sleepily at the feeling of Bly’s cold nose nuzzling behind his ear.
“Budge up,” he whispers, and Fox nearly seats at him, but decides he’d rather keep his energy and shift closer to the wall like he’d asked.
The bed dips a second time after Bly follows along, hooking a knee over Fox’s thigh and plastering himself to his back. Cody joins them, content it seems to kick his feet—also freezing—forward and wind his ankles between Fox’s.
“Good night?” Fox tries to ask, but it seems to come out as more of a nuanced hum. Cody snorts, arm stretching over Bly’s side to Fox’s waist hold the both of them close, and Bly snuggles down in the warm well of mattress he’s created for himself.
“Go back to sleep,” Cody murmurs. “Talking is for tomorrow.”
Fox doesn’t know what he grumbles after that. Bly kisses his neck, stubble barely grazing his skin, and Fox manages to wind his fingers between Cody’s over his hip. He falls asleep warm and content and held, tightly, safe.