I looked at his slumped figure, but all I could see was his mop of hair.
"You're sleeping like this?" I muttered.
"Hmm..."
"... At least lie down or something…"
I'm not a bed, you know.
But Lukas did not respond after that.
Silence passed and I kind of just sat there on his lap, being hugged and used as a pillow. The longer the seconds passed, the more I realized how ambiguous our posture was.
I'm on his lap, for goodness' sake!
My mouth pressed into a straight line and I found out that I can't move because every time I do, his hold on me tightens even more.
Sighing, I succumbed to his whim and let him do as he likes. I will spoil him today, I guess.
I slowly patted his head silently. He does seem like he's tired.
Lukas then rubbed his nose on my neck, humming in satisfaction in response to my action.
"..."
Is he a cat?
More minutes passed, and I was starting to grow awkward.
