Sunday is the new member of the astral express, meaning he doesn’t exactly have a room to himself quite yet.

He worries about the sleeping plan, assuming he’d sleep on the couch, hopefully.

Sunday watches you walk into the large room, seeing you exiting the washroom with slightly damp hair and a pillow.

You tell him that since you two will be sleeping together, you’ll put up a pillow barrier- and he doesn’t have the heart to refuse or suggest a different option.

“Oh.- Well, whatever makes you comfortable.”

He speaks in a well mannered tone, his face calm, even though hes stressing about his rest.