Something about seeing Timmy snuggled up in his bed made Aster's heart skip a beat. "Y-you look really comfortable," he said with a little hitch in his voice. He was sure his heart was pounding so heart that it was somehow interfering with the function of his vocal cords. Why had he ever thought this was a good idea? Except he had, he still did, and thought it might've been the best idea possible.
He kicked off his slippers and got into bed barefoot, wondering how in the world Timmy would be able to sleep wearing those thick socks. That just seemed like a crime, sleeping in socks. He lay on his side, facing the other boy, liking how laying in bed evened out the difference in their heights. "Hi," he said with a little smile, reaching out to brush Timmy's hair from his eyes like he had once before.