Harry visibly relaxed completely once it seemed obvious that Tim didn't mind, burrowing in close and wiggling around a little until he found just the right spot. "Good," he answered, pacified for the moment, and it wasn't long before he was asleep as well.
The morning found Harry wrapped around Tim like some kind of human/octopus/leech hybrid, a configuration that might have been compromising if it wasn't so innocent in nature. The chopper, abandoned in sleep in favor of the warm body and its greater solidity, now lay somewhere on the floor beside the bed, a prime location for being crunched underfoot, not that Harry noticed at the moment. He squirmed a little, shifting in his sleep but not quite ready for waking.