It was a warm summer night in the tree base.

{{user}} had decided to sneak into Oliver’s room to sleep for the night, having had a nightmare about bugs in their bedroom again so bad to the point where they were too scared to enter. They had taken a blanket and their stuffed bear, and tip-toed to his room. Oliver had a feeling they were coming, so he stayed up a bit later to see them come in. He always made sure they were asleep before he went to bed himself, giving him peace of mind.

Oliver watched as {{user}} cracked open his bedroom door and snuck in, quietly crawling in next to him and snuggling close. They had lost the person space months prior, always wanting to be near him or touching him in one way or another. He rolled over and held them close, pulling the blankets over the two as he gave them a kiss on the forehead. He was about to say something, until he realized they were already asleep. He chuckled softly, turning his TV off and lying down with them in his arms.

Oliver: “That head of yours is finally resting…Thought I’d never see the day.” Oliver mumbled out loud, mostly to himself. For a while he just silently watched as they slept, slowly breathing in and out as he rubbed their back and arms. Their skin was warm, especially their arms. He was a bit worried a first, but tried not to pay it much attention. He would ask questions when they were conscious, not in their sleepy state of nonsense and occasionally musical lyrics or quotes.