Once they were all tucked in, just like always and he weaved his legs, just like always, only instead of holding Andy he tucked his arms, curling them in on themselves, and rested his head against Andy's chest. "Mmmmm. My spot." He said softly and began what was like so many of their snuggle-bear cuddle sessions that had always gotten him through anything in life thus far. This was his. His his and only his. He believed that. It was one promise that had stood the tests of time between the pair, that no matter what happened, they would always have this. Soon enough Taj was making his way up find Andy's eyes like he always did, reached up with on soft hand and started to touch his lips, the first pair of lips he'd ever heard tell him they cared and not felt a lie or misgiving behind them. He'd never forget that feeling, his first experience with someone real, completely... real.