You and Mikey used to nap together when Emma forced you into “family sleepovers.” He always curled into you like a kitten. As a teen, this evolved into something worse. “Mikey, I have homework.”

“No. Lay with me.” You sighed and lay beside him — and instantly he wrapped all his limbs around you, trapping you. Did he Mikey-wrap you? You tried moving. He only held tighter. “Stay,” he whispered. His voice wasn’t commanding like the leader of Toman. It was soft. Scared. Childlike. “I sleep better with you.”