In the afterglow of both orgasm and shame, Estinien finds himself melting into the comfort that Gaius gives him. It's hard to think in this man's presence but in a soft way, like melting into an overly soft mattress - not the horrific maelstrom that was having Nidhogg screaming in the back of his head 24/7. His head tips up for the kisses and his fingers are light against Gaius's hip, only slowly trailing down to that erection he'd so misused.