He couldn't help it if Esposito made an exceptionally comfortable pillow with his warm and firm but gentle body. He just didn't take too kind to said pillow trying to squirm out of his grasp so he grappled tighter with every tiny movement--like a boa with a juicy bit of meat struggling to get away.

Ryan muttered something under his breath again and shifted closer, his head curled downwards and stopped on Esposito's chest.

He was still out of it.