Calvin exhales. Falling asleep will probably eliminate him from the running for the stupid crown that he doesn't even really want oh Merlin what was he thinking, but Micah's chest is warm, and Calvin can hear his heartbeat. He slides his hands up closer to Micah and continues to mumble into his shirt.

"Lucas," Calvin complains. "Suppose I'll have plenty of you in a week. Next party I'm stealin' you, though, and Lacroix can wait."