Dragging in a deep breath, his teeth grinding together, Curtis shut his eyes for one calming moment and then forced himself to relax. The kid wasn't going anywhere, and to be perfectly honest, he hadn't been looking forward to the bed being cold and empty, after Grey was gone.

"All right, fine. Okay," he murmured, taking one last drag from his cigarette and then stamping it out in the ashtray beside the bed. He didn't like smoking in the apartment, but sometimes, there just wasn't any way to get around it.

They needed to get up, to clean themselves off, but instead, he settled back against the pillows, his cheek resting against the top of Grey's head.