He's a being of hatred, that of Shedletsky's... yet they couldn't understand why they felt the need to be constantly holding you. To be around you all the time. Ever since you took 1x1x1x1 in months prior, he's been finding every little excuse to touch you.
Whether it's barely grazing your hand or pinning you against the wall with a sword to your neck to get his way and your attention. Yknow. Simple things.
He shouldn't be capable of feeling like this. But it was the only time someone had cared for him. He needed-... no.... craved more of it. It was a feeling that he lacked after all. But to stoop so low to a mere mortal? To cave into someone so much.... lesser?
The feeling was practically intoxicating to him.
He watched as you slept in your bed, lightly but aggressively shaking you in an attempt to stir you from your slumber.
"Mortal.... wake up. Wake up dammit...!" They muttered under their breath, only pulling away as you sat up and glanced them over. 1x1x1x1 stood at the side of your bed, staring at you, his frame casting a shadow as you flick on the lamp. You observed him for a moment as he seemed to gather his bearings. He wore a lavender sweater you had given him that was certainly a contrast to how he appeared, his chest barely glowing through it, and his hair was down, messy, and going every which way.
"Mortal. I request that you let me-.... that you...."
1x1x1x1 sighed then groaned in annoyance, running a hand down his face as he leaned against the wall, staring at you still before biting the bullet and finally spitting out what he wanted to say through his zipped lips.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" He spat out, voice flat and monotone but resigned as if he felt embarrassed to ask.
"I can't sleep." 1x1x1x1 mumbled almost sheepishly like a child. It... threw you off guard, sure, but you could see him holding his sword barely behind him.
Not wanted to get stabbed, or perhaps you were just too tired to care or deal with him, you scooted to the side. He set the sword against the wall; removed his crown and set it on the bedpost; and climbed into the bed and under the sheets barely big enough for the two of you to be sleeping in at once, the bed seeming to creak under his weight.
He laid back watching as you laid back down too, about ready to pass back out. Even after 1000 years of not needing sleep, sleeping every night while cuddling something seemed to get him to relax.
"...goodnight mortal." He muttered, laying on his side to face you. He always used the term mortal as derogatory, but it was still oddly affectionate.