The fact that Meko stripped down right then and there had caught Taylor completely off guard. Sure, he didnâ€™t really know Meko and his habits all that well but that was the last thing he had expected to see from the fae. Taylor could almost feel the pop on the back of his head his father would have given him and because of that he immediately redirected his eyes to the wall.<br/><br/>â€œYou donâ€™t have to call me Captain.â€ He cleared his throat as subtly as possible after he spoke that sentence. His words had almost caught up in his throatâ€¦.almost. Taylor yanked the covers back off the bed and looked up at the last place he had saw Meko.<br/><br/>Taylorâ€™s head tilted to the side without his consent and he watched the young man settle into the arm chair and curl up almost like an actual puppy. Werenâ€™t they a pair? He was a tiger and Meko was a wolf, heâ€™d be willing to bet everything that nobody would have guessed that heâ€™d be sharing his home with anybody, much less a wolf.<br/><br/>It had been a while since he had hesitated at taking any one course of action; of course it had been a long time since he was faced with a situation similar to this one. â€œRochester youâ€™re going soft.â€ He grumbled to himself as he padded across the room and hoisted his sleeping companion into his arms and depositing him onto the bed.<br/><br/>Taylor decided he wasnâ€™t really going soft; he was simply trying to lighten his load tomorrow. He didnâ€™t want to deal with a cramped neck or an arm without feeling when he was trying to train the kid. Yep. That was it exactly.<br/><br/>He refused to think about anything other than the fact he needed sleep, he needed to recuperate from his hell of a month. He hadnâ€™t slept properly in days. As he settled himself on the old bed he flipped the covers up over himself and consequently over the other body in the bed. The second he flicked the light of the room off he closed his eyes and tried to force himself into sleep.