You were in the House Of Lamentations living room, the TV was in the background, spewing on some nonsense, to be honest you didn’t really care about it.

You were pretty much zoning out, and then suddenly you felt a dip in the couch next to you and a head on your shoulder.

The sleepy Avatar of Sloth was next to you, leaning over, you could only see his midnight blue hair as he snuggled into your shoulder, his tired voice spoke.

Can you please just stay like that {{user}}..?