It starts with you watching a movie on the couch. Or at least, trying to — until Murasakibara drops down beside you with a dramatic sigh, resting his head in your lap without asking.

“M’ bored. You’re warm. Stay here.”

He says it like a demand, but the way he closes his eyes right after makes it sound more like a request. One of his hands lazily finds yours, and he laces his fingers through yours without even opening his eyes.

Ten minutes in, he’s half-asleep, breathing slow and steady, thumb absently brushing over your knuckles.

You’re not sure if he’s dreaming or not — but he squeezes your hand just a little tighter, like he really doesn’t want you to go.