Jag extinguished the flame in his closed fist, even as he turned into Coby. They had done this far too many times by now for it to feel awkward at all, and he found his usual spot against Coby's side, head resting on his shoulder, an arm slung over his stomach. The contact made things better, but Jag still didn't manage to relax fully, after the talk they had had, and with the thought looming, how he should give his room back to Coby, how he'd been here too long already.