On the contrary, Holland had no plans of going anywhere. First of all, he didn't want to get fully dressed, and second of all Kell was really the only one who could handle him--therefore being here was the safest option. And Kell could easily lie and say he wanted to keep an eye on him.

Once he was dressed enough, his brain briefly stuttered at the kiss before he sat back down on the cot like he had been sitting there for hours and not laying in it...naked...wrapped around...

Kell looked annoyingly adorable post nap, and Holland actually fought the urge to smile over it.