Rufus gives himself a good moment to examine Reeve, wondering why it is that he feels a little thrill at something he's certainly seen enough of, on a man he hadn't honestly considered until... when? A month ago, a few months? Another thing to consider, he supposes, later.

Sliding back to where he can be comfortable, Rufus pets the sheet of the bed to indicate Reeve is welcome, laying back slowly like he had been asked to, but careful to keep his eyes on the black-haired man as he does.