"Just don't drool on me, and we're all good," is where Kaidan draws his line, hushed and mock-solemn.

Hand squeezing her shoulder, he shifts in the narrow bunk until he can settle in on his side, one arm pillowing his head and the other ready to drape solidly across her.

"Keep the covers -- I tend to run a little hot to begin with," he states, entirely unnecessarily give that she's been clinging to him.