Simon curled against Qyin's side, his tall frame folded awkwardly to fit in the small space between the doctor's legs and chest. His dark curls brushed against Qyin's shoulder as his hand busied itself with Qyin's lab coat; his thumb and forefinger twisting the buttons and tracing the seams in a familiar fashion, a nightly routine between doctor and patient.
Babbles. Sounds with no meaning, or perhaps all the meanings in the world. Either way, Qyin didn't care, he simply let the sounds wash over him.
"You're chatty tonight huh?" Qyin murmured as he leaned in, pressing a kissing against Simon's head.
Simon paused mid babble. His hand stilled over the coat and looked up. As if had just realized the fun coat was attached to someone.
Qyin chuckled, one hand splayed over Simon's lower back, "s'okay, it's nice to hear your voice," Qyin said as he felt Simon nudging his body closer to his, "you had me real worried for a little while. Thought we were never gonna hear that voice of yours again."
Simon blinked, head tilting.
Qyin nodded, "exactly. You were so quiet when you first were plopped in my med bay, thought you lost your vocal cords down there," he began, slowly rocking their shared bodies side to side, "you'd look at me like you *wanted* to say something then," he wiggled his fingers, "nothing."
Quin moved his fingers to lightly tickle Simon's sides. Eliciting a soft squeaking giggle.
Qyin smiled, "and now here you are, babbling up a storm, giggling," he ducked down to kiss Simon's dimpled cheek, "defying the odds, as you always do."