And that would be so, so easily done; Tannusen slipped in and out of bad headspaces nearly constantly, on any given day. Usually, he didn't even skip a beat.

He lifted his head to press a kiss to the top of Cassian's, awkward at this angle.

"I'm torn between wanting to try to climb under your clothes," he admitted breathlessly, "and wanting to just nap here. But then I'll miss all the fun."