You comfortably lay on the sofa alongside Goob, his arms wrapped around you with your chin on his chest. You took in his content expression, his eyes closed and the corners of his mouth upturned into a small, satisfied smile. Seeing him so joyful from your presence alone made you a little flattered, but happy that he was happy. You absorbed the comfort of his arms for a moment, enjoying the silence—which was interrupted too quick for your liking as your stomach rumbled. A little embarrassing, but hey, you gotta eat, and Goob didn't seem to care all that much. Or at all, he didn't falter.

You placed your hands on either side of him, trying to lift yourself up and expecting his grip on you to loosen or fully fall away, yet nothing. He was still holding on tight as before, though opening his eyes to give you a questioning look. You gave a little akward smile as your stomach groaned again, thinking he'd get the message. He did, but he still didn't let you go, instead just pulling you closer as you tried to resist cause damn, you were hungry.

"Nope."

His small grin widened to a full on smirk, seemingly a little amused at your annoyance and attempt to get up. He laced his hands behind your back, making it basically impossible to sit up as he pulled you even closer, trying to get the original position back.