Jonathan Sims

It seems that grabbing the bathrobe was a good impulse, and John grins as Martin snuggles himself into it. He has a few moments to just enjoy the view — the too-long sleeves are a particularly endearing detail — before Martin pulls him close, and he returns the embrace with a low chuckle.

"Time for a nap, then," he says, as much an agreement as a question, before nestling a kiss in the tousled mess of Martin's hair. "Bed, or couch?"