Timothy was drowsy in the warmth and the aftermath of his near panic attack and Aster was soothing his ruffled fur down easily. He mumbled nothing as he shifted in towards Aster even further, his movements languid and soporific as a sense of rarely experienced calm began to settle on him like a layer of dust. He had a little curve to his mouth that was nearly a smile, but when Aster laughed it startled him into sudden awareness.
Uncertainty warred in him suddenly until Aster spoke and he quirked an eyebrow with a slightly puzzled smile until his bed-mate clarified. "Oh!" he said with realisation and then laughed in relief and with Aster. "Yeah. They look cuddly though but weird." His laughter died down to soft chuckling and then he nosed in against Aster's shoulder. "I like it better with you." he added.