"Here, have some warm honey water. You've been talking all day, your throat is going to be sore tomorrow if you're not careful."
Ethan Caldwell offered the glass to the younger man. However, since Julian Sterling was currently lying prone on his stomach, he didn't reach out to take the cup. Instead, he lifted his head slightly, signaling for Ethan to lower the glass so he could reach the straw. He latched onto it, taking a few small sips before stopping.
"I don't want any more. I need to save room for dinner." Julian murmured. Having said his piece, he lowered his head and returned his attention to his phone.
Ethan climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Julian from behind, resting his chin comfortably in the hollow of the other man's shoulder. He cast a glance at the images of plants and flowers scrolling on the screen: "Are you looking for inspiration for a sketch?"
Julian nodded firmly but didn't offer a verbal reply.
