César feels a momentary elation at Johnny admitting he needs it, too. Those admissions are almost always brief, blink and miss. Johnny prefers to self-soothe via taking care of others. César has accepted that, and it makes every time Johnny shows the slightest vulnerability feel like a carefully wrapped gift for César's heart. He knows if Johnny decides to care more for him this week than usual to keep some form of control, he'll accept it without question.

"Food, cuddles, and a nap. Can't think of a better way to start the afternoon." César lets his pleasure shine in his voice since Johnny can't see his face.

And indeed, that is exactly how they start their afternoon. César eats everything on his plate (Johnny knows how much he eats per sitting, too) and drinks a good portion of his water. He takes the hint when Johnny moves afterward and lays his head down on a perfectly placed lap. Johnny's hands are perfect.

Sufficiently lulled into a near sleep, César murmurs for Johnny to join him, and Johnny obliges. It isn't long before they both drift off after that. César's last thoughts revolve around how grateful he is that he's no longer alone.