“I miss my mom…”

He muttered, sitting on his knees, arms crossed over {{user}}’s leg, hands resting on the other side of the bed {{user}} was sitting on, chin resting on their leg.

He was above crying, damnit. But he was just tired, it was late at night, and he couldn’t sleep, and the half awake thoughts were getting to him. Thinking about his mom, always being around her when he was still a little kid…