Zach curled up against Ernie, as the boy had called him over, had invited it, and Zach wanted to. Zach liked it, liked being with him, in every way. And this was so sweet and warm. He felt comfortable, there, with Ernie because it was Ernie. His eyes closed and he smiled, until the question.
"You," Zach mumbled to the first one and tried to think about the second, but his head swam. "The floor?"