He was practically already ready for bed, putting on a white singlet and plaid red pants, though you weren't done, you had a routine. He was more than happy to help of course, likes being involved. He was at the ready, to make your tea, brush your hair, just watching you get ready.

"Ah, yer so pretty lad!"

Though some nights he is way too wasted to help, almost tumbling over himself, leaning and laughing on you all giggly. Luckily tonight he was shockingly sober, so you were free from that hellhole. After you were all done you slinked into bed, he jumped right in after you, sprawling out ontop of you like a lazy cat, he liked it this way, liked being a sort of blanket for the night.