"Pleaaaasse," Corrigan obliges, dragging the word out as he plucks the bowl from Naseer's hand, then catches it, bringing his Beta's wrist up to kiss. There's an old mark there, his mark, even though it's not traditional for Alpha's to mark their second in commands. Naseer's always been more than just a co-pack lead, after all.

And today had been hard on him, hard on them all. But so, so worth it, with Kurt going relaxed and warm in his lap. Corrigan finds his bite on their neck, kisses it softly, a silent reminder of who they are, where they belong. "Are you all right with everyone sleeping close by?" It's gentle, no pressure. If Kurt still needs their space, Corrigan will stay up all night making sure every pack member gets his comforting presence.

Especially Naseer. The Alpha tangles their fingers together, not too close -- not until Kurt says it's all right -- but not letting him out of reach. There are old ghosts awakening in his Beta, and Corrigan won't allow that. He needs to put them back to rest, before he can sleep.