To be frank, he found that surprising. In the past days of knowing the young man, he would have described him as, at first, petrified and then wary, but certainly not cuddly.

He shifted beneath the boy to give him better room to cuddle, not pushing him away. Fingers rose and toyed with his red hair absently, wishing desperately for his full grown version, missing him so.

"Did you have a nice day?" He murmured quietly since sleep was not immediately forthcoming.