She's not the only one who seems to need this. His embrace is snug and he trembles a little, relaxing into it when she nuzzles into his hair. He even looks a bit sad when she pulls away, but just a bit.

Instead of dwelling on that, he leads her to the cushion pile, dropping onto all fours to crawl inside. Once he's inside he pushes a few pillows here and there and lies down, shifting about until he's quite comfortable. He's made room for her to join him, even curl up against him if she likes, the way he's putting the cushions with a soft smile.

"Come on in."

The smoke turns out to come from what looks like an odd kind of cigarette, though the smell is nothing like tobacco and, in fact, might make one light-headed....