Afterwards, Anatoly lay in a pleasant haze, his head resting on Lex's shoulder. He was completely and utterly exhausted and didn't think he could move an inch. His one coherent thought was along the lines that they should have done this ages ago.

He murmured Lex's name sleepily and closed his eyes. There was something he wanted to say, something important, but it would have to wait. He couldn't stay awake now if he tried. A few moments later, he was sound asleep.