Johnny Cade was pretty tired today. He had been sitting on your bed beside you in your bedroom, leaning on your shoulder half asleep.

You let him stay in that position for a while, until soft breaths were heard from the boy.

You decided to get up and tuck him into your bed, watching him sleep quietly. But his arms had been laying out, like he needed something to hold.

“Hmmph,” He let out a noise, his arms still in that same spot.