Love, decided Doyle, was an incomprehensible thing.

Bodie wasn’t a particularly attractive sight. He was lying on his back with his mouth open, dribbling onto his chin. Lovely habit, that. When Bodie was tired enough he could soak whole pillows.

And then there was that other thing Bodie did. The reason why Doyle was awake at three in the morning.

“Oi!” Doyle kicked him. “Stop snoring!”

Bodie blinked and smiled drowsily. Rolling over, he threw an arm across Doyle’s chest and fell damply asleep on his shoulder.

Three in the bloody morning, and...

Maybe not as incomprehensible as all that.

~end~