Vincent grunts in resignation, crossing his arms as he's settled against. He still isn't comfortable with Phalanx, for a lot of reasons, but at least they aren't scared of him anymore. That gives him a little comfort. He can help better when he isn't innately startling to the person he's trying to help.

Robin, meanwhile, soaks up the contact and settles in deeper against the couch. He hadn't actually made long-term plans for sleeping, but he wouldn't be opposed to staying just like this, the three of them piled up in one of his favorite places.

"Mm... Want anything else, mynah?" They seem content to pool in their current collection of blankets, but he supposes he might as well make this "sleeping" thing final. He chuckles a little, under his breath, "Anything for your nest?"