Quatre curled up with Maraich when he laid down next to him, his lithe limbs wrapping around him. He snuggled close, feeling the warmth of the other man's body. It was familiar, comforting in this situation.

A situation that got a little more uncomfortable when Maraich declared that he and Bancoran would have to get along. He was willing to try. He usually was with people, no matter how difficult they were. He had to be, being a politician. Now the question was if Bancoran would be willing to do the same thing and he didn't know if the other man would be willing to do that.

"Yes, it may be a while."