Bramblepoint the good ol' rock 'n roll roadshow

Tuvaq did not, in fact, mind the closeness at all. It was nice - all this casual touching and physical contact. He often initiated it with others, but with different intentions. Acheron didn't mean anything by it, he was sure, and it set him at ease as he folded against the freckled boy. It made his skin tingle.

"You actually help me sleep better," he commented, taking a deep breath and resting his head down on his paw. "I don't like sleeping alone, I think. I used to think I did." But this was better. Hazel eyes fell shut against the soft light permeating through the leaves. This had to have been the most peaceful he'd ever felt. "Maybe I don't like being alone at all."