"Because we're a collection of evolutionary gambles applied to a group of stubborn apes." He hums, scritching at the sides and back of Crais' neck, enjoying the closeness. "I appreciate your yelling."

"D'you want to sleep now?" Bashir tends to get a bit dozy when drinking. A little loose-limbed, lazy, and ...okay, he will gnaw on some part of his friend that's close.