Anduin leans back against the warmth that Wrathion offers, humming softly.

"Perhaps we might still both be able to rest easier, knowing that we have someone there looking out for us," he hazards. Not, he recognizes, that that is exactly what is causing Wrathion's sleepless nights. But it might at least play some small part in helping?

He turns to nuzzle the side of Wrathion's head, from where he's rested it over his shoulder, a gentle apology for having brought the subject up again.