[It's one of those things that happens occasionally. Stumbling upon a sleeping Mukuro. A few moments pass before Lancia moves to take the book off the boy's lap, setting it to the side of the chair. He hesitates again briefly before sliding his arms beneath the younger man and lifting him easily against his chest. He turns heading for his cabin.]
[sitting in the kitchen of the Trap Cabin, looking over some papers. he looks lost in thought. Those close enough to notice might realize though that it's a crossword puzzle rather than anything serious]
[there is one large bodyguard sleeping on his back in bed -- the lamp's still on, and the book he had been reading is on the mattress beside him. he is dead to the world for now]