The avian tiredly nestled his beak in their neck fur, his bare chest pressed against their back, feathered hands resting just above their waistband.
He was rarely this close to his captain... But the fact that they seemed to press back into him made him happy...~
It's the job of a captain to take care of his crew, right? If Falco needs a bed, and some company, then he's more than welcome to it.
...especially since Fox shifts back against him. Seems he's receptive to some company too.