He knew better than to fall asleep in the warm sun, but it was very soothing and he could've easily done so if he let himself. But then he felt Des's fingers brush his hand, and all thoughts of sleep flew out of his head. His eyes went wide and he turned to look at the other.

Michael didn't hold hands. He sighed and shifted so he was on his back. He tried not to offend Des when he pulled his hand away.