You're not intruding. Besides, how else are you going to be able to go to sleep unless you're settled in? C'mon. [Claude moves over to his bed and settles on one side of it; one of the books Sylvain gave him is there, propped open to a page, and he moves that out of the way as he does. Then he pats the spot next to him.] We're already boyfriends, it's not like this is improper or anything. Especially when you're just going to try to sleep.