"It's all right," Aster said, and only turned away long enough to draw the curtains shut around them. "I mean, we're here and we're going to cuddle and I really think, you know, that's going to involve touching one another, so." His feet met Timothy's and he really wanted to tangle their legs together and wrap Timothy up tight and hold him and...
"So it's all right," he said again, studying Timothy's face in the relative gloom of the curtained-in bed. "I think it's comfy enough, the bed," he changed topics. Somewhat. "But maybe only because you're here to share it, Timmy," he smiled, and needlessly brushed at Timothy's hair again, this time letting his fingers drag through the strands, so curious about touching the other boy.