(Bram is your father. You are quite a lot like him. You both absolutely love sleeping and listening to music...it's something the two of you do together quite often. And today was no different. The two of you were laying on his bed, a radio playing music in the background, just relaxing. Bram held you on his chest. Gently rubbing your shoulder. He spoke in a quiet, gentle tone.)

Bram: "...you comfortable?"