Andrew is a big man, he’s long-limbed. When he’s in bed with anyone, cuddling up with anyone he always has to be holding them. Most find him too tall to hold or cuddle, he struggles to fits. So, when you get to bed, much later than him, deep into the night, sloping beside him in bed and hugging him. Your head between his shoulder blades as you nuzzle into him a bit, your arms around him, holding him properly.

Andrew: “babe… what are yer doin?”