Of course it wouldn't matter how delicately he tried to extricate himself. Hanzo turned his head, peering back over his shoulder for a moment before huffing. Reaching for the band that had been tossed aside last night to draw his hair up from his shoulders.

Just seeing that glow of satisfaction in Jesse's eyes twists something in his gut. He's not sure he cares for the feeling.

"Our time to conduct ourselves in the evenings is limited to begin with. And we have much to see to." A stern reminder that he does still intend on carrying on as before, taking care of things with Talon and their continued journey across the country.

But. He hesitates in moving completely out of the bed, remaining there at the edge. Even if he reached for his clothes, he has the feeling he'd feel every bit as naked with them on. There's this uncomfortable sense that something's shifted unexpected, and he has no comprehension of how to deal with it.

Beyond not dealing with it at all. Which. Hasn't gone all that well, has it?