Cat liked being with Scott and Alcuin, despite moments where he felt odd around them. Like he was intruding on something. They never did a thing to make him feel like he wasn't welcome, but even he, with his emotional retardation, could sense something. It was seen easily, especially by one who did as much watchign of those around them as Cat did. It was his thing. His forte.
But in the end? He was enamored with them both. They were... becoming increasingly important to him. He could feel it growing in small measures. A need to be with them and nearby stronger than before, and only in a few short days. It was a curious thing to him, when he wasn't use to feeling such emotional attachments beyond his mother. But then, she was his mother.
Waking early Cat had slipped from bed where he had been entangled with the tall and fair man. It was glorious, how Alcuin allowed him to curl up with him at night. But Cat had need to get to the bathroom and did. But once done he stopped at the couch and looked at Scot laying there. and on a whim, feeling a great desire for contact with Scot, Cat moved over and laid himself down on Scott, back toward the back of the sofa, and then curled up a bit, hoping his slight form wouldn't be much of a mother, and then tucked his hands up under his own chin and let his head rest on Scott's shoulder. Then closed his eyes with a smile. Content in just this much.