"If you were tired out, you'd be complaining that you wanna take a nap," Marco retorts, but he's grinning. Reluctantly, he lifts his head off Jean's shoulder, slipping out so he's sitting in front of his friend.

"I think it's me, though. I found the part of you that's new and - well, covered it up?" Burned it out, for the time being, and he keeps pushing his own, cleaner scent over it. He reaches up and takes one of Jean's hands in his, without really thinking about it, closing his eyes as he runs his thumb over Jean's fingers.

"Yeah... I think so. I can pull it back now, see if you get less calm." He starts to do just that.