Here I thought ya were gunna ask for something challenging. That much I can manage with my eyes closed

[ He's going to blame that pun on all the endorphins-- and he's superficially disappointed in himself for not thinking of as much first. As far as pleasant organic experiences go, sleep is a damn good one. Especially when it's going to be in their bed, something Nick has technically never done before. Makes sense why Nick wouldn't offer to slip on his original skin if he wants to try something it technically can't do.

He twists and twines his bare arms around either side of Nick's ribs, giving him a brief but bear-like squeeze before detangling himself just as quick, grasp retrieved all but for Hancock's fingers around his fiancé's wrist. ]

Come on then, spoilin' me over here. Gettin' pillow talk with actual pillows. Sky's the limit with you huh, Slick? Ain't nothin' my man can't do

[ Is he laying it on kind of thick? But does Nick also deserve that and the moon? Yes and hell to the yes. It's mostly muscle memory that takes them around the few short corners to the bedroom, and the feeling is not unlike an uncanny lucid dream. ]

I'll even let ya have the better pillow, since this is your first time an' all