Just as he’d planned hoped, Seojin-a wrapped his arms around him snugly. Ahn-Bo nuzzled in, resting his chin on his friend’s shoulder and heaving another put-upon-sigh for good measure. The soft circles on his back felt nice, and his eyelids drooped slightly. Practice had been far too early in the morning and he hadn’t exactly had the most restful sleep. (Despite what he’d told Seojin-a.) If they sat there for too long, cuddly and cozy, the quidditch player would happily drift off for a quick nap. And if his vampire wanted to fuss over him, all the better. Although he did have to draw the line somewhere - and that was if if Seojin-a became too worried. So far, it seemed they were safe.

“Ani,” he said reassuringly against his friend’s shoulder, “It’s just windburn. Like sunburn but from the cold air.” Seojin-a was unfortunately very familiar with sunburn. The offer of tea didn’t particularly appeal to him (medicinal herbs were not his cup of tea*), but if his simkung was the one making it, he supposed he could make an exception. “Maybe in a little bit, this is warming me up already.” Ahn-Bo snuggled closer contentedly, secretly hoping that Seojin-a would continue his petting.

Before his vampire could insist, he switched topics. “How has your morning practice been? You wake even earlier than I do. Are you getting enough sleep?” Now it was his turn to be concerned and fuss, apparently.