He'd never admit how much he loved curling up in your sweaters and sweatshirts when you weren't there. It felt like a giant hug from you. He felt small, tiny even, but in a good way.

His eyes closed in contentment while he nestled into the sweatshirt. It was comfy. It smelled like you.

His eyes reopened when he heard the familiar sound of the door opening. Ah... you must be home.