As Zack fell asleep on top of him Sephiroth held him close and stroked the black hair before the arms wrapped around Zack's body. Lightly he kissed the top of his head and let himself be pulled into the satisfying sleep. So often he had refused to let his guard down, but not now. Even though there was no clear thought as to how his return would end, knowing he was a prisoner.
The breathing evened as he allowed himself to sleep with Zack's warm body within his arms.