[after a very brief moment of alarm, buried under staticky bliss, Darc makes sure Shiro is ok. And once he's sure, he grasps the blanket beneath Shiro's legs in numb habit, twists it shut and tosses the ruined layer away. Most of it, anyway. All he's got the consciousness to manage.

Then he curls up next to him, far enough not to crowd and give them space to cool. And he's asleep in moments.]