He lay in the bunk next to Isaev, shoulder to chest, warmed by the shelter of blanket and skin. Andrei's arm, solid and weighty with reassuring muscle, curled around his waist.
It was dark in their barracks, though not dark outside.
He could see light outlining the edges of the window opposite, around the shades that he never opened. It was past sunrise, then. They had slept in.
He supposed it was all right, given they had no official duties as Ocelots today. Isaev was under technical house arrest, though he could go anywhere he wanted on base, provided he had an escort.
That job was Kassian's.
Kassian settled back, feeling Andrei's arm tighten reflexively against him.
Good work if you could get it.
There was a knock at the barracks door.
That was unusual. If they were needed in some official capacity, CODEC was the easiest way to reach them. There was no need to waste time with a personal visit when a call would suffice. It was also the wrong time of day for social visits, invitations to poker or drinking. Not that Kassian received a lot of those.
Gently, he pulled away from Isaev's grasp and sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his jodhpurs. He reached out to brush his hand across Isaev's brow.
"Andrei. Someone's here," he murmured, getting up to answer the door.