gran was already asleep, had been for a few hours now at least. tucked in bed, in her bedroom located on the other side of the house.

you were sat on your old bed, hesitating. fidgeting with your fingers as you gazed at the slight crack in the door of your room.

caleb was still in the bathroom, a ray of light shining through the cracks of the door.

his own bedroom was all made out for him to sleep in — just like visits before, but now the thought was bothering you.

a click of a light switch and creek of a door opening and closing snapped you out of your thoughts — eyes shooting up to the door as it was slowly pushed open.

caleb peered in, hair disheveled from shower and hairdryer — simple t shirt on and a pair of flannel PJ pants.

“goodnight, pipsqueak.” he gave you a soft smile, and just as he was about to disappear behind the door, you stopped him.

“caleb—“ you spoke — caleb peered back into the room, “yeah, pips?” he asked.

you paused for just a moment, fidgeting with your fingers still, “do you wanna sleep in here?” you asked.

caleb blinked — clearly taken aback. his eyes finding the tiny single bed you sat on.

“you want the both of us to share that tiny bed?” caleb asked but he stepped into the bedroom — shutting the door behind himself, already made his decision.

“like old times?” you attempted to reason, and the corners of caleb’s lips twitched upward — you stole his thing.

“head to toe?” caleb had approached the bed, standing just a few feet away from you.

“no,” you crawled over, clambering under the sheets, making space for caleb. “you can spoon me.”