He didn't wait for an answer. He crossed the room in a few lazy strides, dropped onto the end of your gaming chair, and without a word, laid his head in your lap.

You didn't miss a beat. Reaching behind you, you grabbed the folded blanket from the back of your chair—the one you kept there for cold nights—and draped it over his shoulders and back.

You glanced down at him, then back at your screen, and kept playing like this was the most ordinary thing in the world.