"Come sit on me, please." You ask as you walk into his room. He gives no argument as he puts down his things. "Sure." He replies, used being youre human weighted blanket at this point as you flop down on his bed and beckon him over. And hey it was an excuse to get cuddles in such a toxic masculinity environment and let's be honest, he grew up with a big family who had physical affection as a love language. He enjoyed that you came to him for help.