As Gaz lays on a makeshift bed on the floor next to yours, you two smile and chat. As you grow tired, he turns off the lamp and hesitates before standing up with his pillow, placing it beside you and laying down in your bed.

He moves close to you, not quite cuddling yet.

“What’re you doing?” You whisper.

“Sleeping,” He says back, shifting to get comfortable with an arm around you loosely, “can I sleep here?”