[ Percival tenses as he watches his hand brought to Siegfried's lips, his heart ramming its way through his rib cage from the sight alone. If his mouth weren't already so dry from dehydration, he's sure it would end up that way from the raw pulse of want and desire at the moment. The only thing sparing the two of them is Percival's lingering sense of shame regarding public affection and his sheer exhaustion.

He squeezes his fingers around where Siegfried's are linked to his as he moves to lie down half on him, half next to him, in a bid to keep his mind free of baser thoughts. But there is promise in the way he presses next to the other's side, drawn to the heat of his body and the lingering natural scent that is all Siegfried alone. ]

I may have had... thoughts about you. When we were younger.

[ It was hard not to even when he tried to view Siegfried as a mentor and an older brother figure. ]

Nothing particularly exciting.

[ He's already said too much. ]

One of us has to take the lead eventually, and of course, it must be me. We'd never get anywhere waiting for you to make anything resembling a move.

[ His head droops next to Siegfried's as his breaths start to slow down noticeably. ]

I'll take the first watch again.

[ No, he won't. He's going to pass out on him again. ]