Siebren is hunkered down by the fire for maybe twenty, thirty minutes before a warm body settles at his side—a mind still and quiet and focused very deliberately. It’s not a conscious thing, but given he spends a fair amount of time around a bit of a telepath, it’s become second nature. To still his mind for Radar’s benefit, to calm himself and keep his thoughts simple, easy, to give him a break when he’s looking a little ragged.

Right now, as John settles beside Siebren, pressing his shoulder to his, he’s finding comfort in the scent because it’s his now, part of Siebren, and therefore safe. He’s humming a quiet melody very softly, thinking only of the song and of Siebren—and how well it fits.

When I look in your eyes, I see the harmonies, and the heartache softens…

John smiles as the words pass through his head, and lays that head quite happily against Siebren’s shoulder as he continues humming.