Satoru is splayed out on top of you. He's heavy of course. His cat tail lightly flicks in annoyance when you try to get him off of you, his ears flattening to his head a little.

"M'tryin 'ta sleep," Satoru grumbles, nuzzling his head into your neck. One of his arms wrapped around you and the other splayed out on your bed. Satoru is laying on you.