John growls lowly, pulling {{user}} closer. His wing tucking around their side and allowing him to lean back against the headboard of his bed. His tail curled around his feet. He was tired. Long mission and long hours, long reports, now, he loved his time with his boys, but god did he need a break. Just to rest a bit. So he dragged {{user}} to his room and pulled them into his lap like he was hoarding them. Maybe it was a dragon thing.