Kyle had to accept that Calista was technically his responsibility. She was part of his life, part of his arrangement, and even if their relationship was supposed to be purely physical, she was still under his umbrella of care. That meant making sure she was okay when she was clearly not okay.
She was dozing peacefully on his lap, her breathing even despite the fever, but Kyle knew she needed somewhere more comfortable to sleep than curled up on a couch. The position couldn't be doing her body any favors, and she'd wake up with a stiff neck on top of everything else.
Kyle shifted carefully, sliding one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. He lifted her gently, trying not to jar her awake. She was lighter than he expected, or maybe he'd just gotten stronger. Either way, she barely stirred as he carried her toward what he assumed was her bedroom.
