Holland didn't move for a while but he did eventually have to shift enough to slip out of the others body or else face some serious discomfort. Even if he hated doing it.

His hands moved up and down his back, sometimes light, sometimes scratching, sometimes in a half massage, but in the end he stretched and pushed his own hair back and just lounged like some lazy cat that was unbothered by the weight still on top of him.

But he had shut up, at least.

Until he shifted again and looked over at the other antari's face, "You should shower."