Kareem breathed into Andy's hair, enjoying the smell of whatever he put in there, was it shampoo? It was probably Taj's, Andy wasn't the “his own shampoo” type; but whatever hand-me-downs Andy covered himself in, he always just smelled like Andy underneath it all. Kareem loved that about him, how he was always just himself. His unicorn, his miracle.
The big black cat laughed. Andy was right, as usual. He was already strong. He nodded. “We can take a little nap together, then, after we eat. That sound okay?”