Ernie hadn't needed to see Zach to know he was sitting, or even when he lay down. He felt his small bed move, felt the whole mattress sink in with the added weight of the second person. His bed wasn't like Zach's, it wasn't plush, or all that comfortable but it was just fine for sleeping. There was all the heat coming off of Zach's body too, and Ernie could feel it, just like he could feel his eyes. Without opening his own, he undid his arms and reached behind himself to grab the blanket and throw it over his master.
"Why are you drinking," he asked, not wanting to push him too much if he didn't want to talk about it. "And what did you trip over?"