Coby could feel the tension lingering. Not as bad as sometimes, but more than you'd expect between the rum and the magic brownies. But they had talked about a lot of heavy shit. He let out a slow breath, head tuck against Jag's, arm around him rubbing gently over his back where he could reach. "Let it go," he murmured, sleep tugging at him and muffling his words. "C'n worry t'morrow."