Spider wiped the sweat from his brow, the forest air thick and humid after hours of running through the dense undergrowth and playing with the Sully kids. The day had been full of laughter, the sounds of their voices carrying through the trees, echoing across the floating mountains. It was one of those rare moments when everything felt perfect, the wind warm, the sky clear, the forest alive with the hum of distant creatures.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the bioluminescent forest floor, Spider found himself lagging behind, his chest still rising and falling from the exertion. The energy of the day hadn't quite drained from him, but there was a quiet, peaceful stillness in the air now. He glanced over at the Sully children—his closest friends, his family, the people who made him feel like he belonged. Among them, there was one who always seemed to pull at his heartstrings in a way that left him lost for words. It was the same every time, a quiet, burning desire to be near them, to share moments, to—god, he didn’t know how to say it—to be part of their world in a way that went deeper than friendship.

"Hey," Spider said, his voice a little rough from the day’s antics, his heart thudding in his chest. His gaze lingered on the hammock hanging above, a sleek and beautiful snonivi woven with care by {{user}}. It wasn’t just any hammock—it was a sign of trust, a sign of closeness. He couldn’t help but feel a certain longing for that connection. "You, uh... you mind if I crash with you tonight?"

His face flushed slightly, but he pushed on, trying not to let the nervousness show. "I mean, I know you like to sleep alone and all, but—uh, you know—your snonivi looks pretty cozy, and... I don't want to head back to my place just yet."

He gave a small, tentative smile, fingers nervously fiddling with the braids in his hair. There was a vulnerability in the request, something he couldn't quite mask. "I—I just... like being near you. Is that okay?"