The first morning after was very nearly ruined when some of Sol's less informed combat reflexes kicked in and almost made him strangle whoever it was who'd snuck up on him in the middle of the night before he realised what he was doing.

"Are you always this friendly first thing in the morning?" Ky asked blearily, startled rudely out of sleep.

"Gimme a break," Sol grumbled, slumping face down on to the pillow next to him. "Haven't done this in a while."

"'This'?"

"The waking up next to someone thing," said Sol, voice half-muffled.

"How long a while?" Ky wondered.

"None o' your damn business," Sol muttered back, which came out slightly more defensive than he probably intended, and made Ky smile at him in a way he definitely hadn't intended at all.

Who knew with Sol – it could have been a very long time indeed.