Jag did short work of stripping down to his t-shirt and boxer briefs, ignoring the awkwardness that tried to push in on him as he climbed into bed. Brushing his teeth could, would wait until morning. His gaze was drawn to Coby, and once the lights were out, he held up a small flame in the centre of his palm for Coby to find his way to the bed, rather than go and turn on the bedside lamp. Fire felt better, anyway.