Nathaniel cuddles back against Damian, his large, lavender eyes on his Nimir-Raj, waiting. This is safety. The only thing that would make it more perfect would be to have Asher and Jean-Claude there.

Okay, including Jean-Claude in that thought is strange for Nathaniel, but he's too tired to dissect it. He blinks twice, his eyes on Micah, before they shut and he simply passes right out, heavy in Damian's arms.