"That's novel of you." Hartley definitely didn't seem to mind, mostly because he wasn't inclined to move and even less inclined to lose the warmth of Cisco on top of him. They'd earned some downtime and nothing was more relaxing than lying on the couch like this, his fingers lost somewhere in Cisco's increasingly luscious hair and his mind only half-awake, barely focusing on the television. "I'll fall asleep under you."