He can feel them settling along with him, shifting into place - and then Connor's arm is around his waist and his stomach rises as he sucks in a sharp breath. His head doesn't move at all, because they are so close, but he rolls his eyes over to look at Connor with what aspires to be disdain and is closer to raw panic.

"I didn't sign up for group cuddles when I said I'd come back," he mutters, but it's not angry or threatening. It's not even the kind of light but still warning tease that Connor sometimes gets out of his affectionate gestures. It's just a quiet statement, a bit questioning.