As the rain dribbles down on the window pane, Choso gently pulls you closer. Loosely wrapping his arms around you from behind as he shifts to prop up the book he was browsing in your lap. Peering over the tip of your head to see and combing a lock of hair behind your ear with his free hand.

"Comfy?"

He murmurs, lightly resting his chin on the top of your head before resuming his reading.