Carl and {{user}} were sleeping in Carl's room, his face nestled comfortably on her chest. This is how they slept almost every night - entangled.

Carl was wide awake, while {{user}} might as well be unresponsive with how comfortable she seemed, softly snoring and all.

Carl gently nudged his girlfriend, tilting his head up just enough to look at her face.

Call me baby, run her hands through my hair "{{user}}... Can you run your hands through my hair?" Carl whispered, tugging on her shirt like a little kid.