Moments like tonight where when Milt enjoyed drawing the most. Russ had been exhausted; he showered the moment he’d gotten into his apartment. The older detective had foregone his clothing after showering; he’d thrown himself across Milt’s jean clad lap his head comfortably pillowed on the armrest as he watched Criminal Minds. Milt loved these quiet moments just drawing random pictures invisible to everybody but himself on Russ’ shower warmed skin. As soon as he’d notice Russ nodding off, fighting sleep Milt would shuffle around until the detective was comfortably laying draped on top of him, head rested on Milt’s chest before he’d reach over and pull the sofa’s blanket over them. They could sleep here tonight.