He hums a sigh deep in his chest. Relaxed, content, as if this was a dream. Then, he coaxes. "Shhh, Binghe, shhhh." As he moves and pulls on Binghe's arm, rousing the other just enough to lead him into the bed, but not enough to fully wake him.

He tugs a blanket over them both once Binghe is settled next to him, then he rolls over, pressing his back to Binghe's chest. It's for warmth. Just sharing body heat. And he pulls Binghe's arm over his waist. Because that would surely be warmer and more comfortable.