Nice to know I'm pulling off the silver fox look with some reasonable success. [He presses a kiss to the side of Keith's neck. He has half a thought to suggest they get some sleep. They're both worn down.]

How about we head to the bathhouse and see about putting some life in our old bones, hm?

[It has helped. He also really likes the luxury of getting to recline in heated water and doze off for a cat nap. It helps him fuction so it's nothing to feel overly guilty about.]