It's an awkward note to end on, but they do. Things settle into the dark stillness. Grif could move his hand, but he doesn't. He's found he likes it there. It's comfortable.

Grif is drowsing when he feels Rich's breathing settle out into true sleep.

'Hey.' An idea crosses his mind. 'At least he's single.'

Grif's last conscious thought for the night is an exasperated groan.