[ Gunmax slants a smile, wry though it is. ]

Spend a few months sleeping on the streets and anything is luxury. Cradle, bed, doesn't much make a difference to me now.

[ He looks up at Deckerd, amusement dimming the glow of his optics into something soft and barely there. He takes one of Deckerd's hands and kisses his palm gently, lovingly. A moment later, he tugs Deckerd onto the bed next to him. ]

You need to recharge too. And I'll sleep better if you're right beside me.

[ An excuse to cuddle? Perhaps. But Gunmax isn't above such tactics. ]