Niko felt movement but didn't stir. Second he felt warmth near him and was scooped up his form snuggled into it. He wasn't aware of anything. His body felt warmth and attached to it. His form pressing in closer. A hand lightly laying on the warmth as he had done near the pillow the other day. His face unintentionally nuzzling the warmth. He mumbled in his sleep but stopped seconds later. He was just curled up more in the arms holding him. He was very relaxed and at peace. This didn't happen often. He had his own nightmares he was running from. His own dark past he was trying to hide from. It never needed him before...he didn't need it now. Even if they were thinking otherwise. Besides...he knew nothing about leading A mafia let alone two. He'd never want to either. He liked minimal dealings with the mafias of any country. Meetings he did with any were done with voice modulator and staticy pixalated falsated images that were ever changing. He limited those...and they were just for custom wheels. Thankfully. He didn't want to dabble in illegal. He didn't wake until very late. Even then he was just looking with blurry eyes. He felt something soft under him. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Pushing up a bit and the covers fell down to his waist. Taking in the room. He had no idea how he went from chair to bed. He didn't even remember falling asleep to be honest. He went to move but body said...nope. More time to sleep. He was out again in second. Pulling the covers back over him.