"Alright, then we'll focus on that," Cedric shifts gears, securing Howard in his arms. He knows not to hold too tightly, but just enough to let Howard know that he's proud of him. They're going to make it.

"I'm not going anywhere, see?" With some effort, he stretches them on the couch. Howard can lie on top of him, Cedric will bear the bumps of the cushions. Limbs will fall asleep at this rate, but he doesn't care.