Tiredly pulling the covers up to his shoulder, Chas pretty much buried his face in the pillow, almost sighing contently. Mhm, bed.
Really, space or not, he just couldn’t bring himself to care, he had a warm bed and was too tired to put much thought into just about anything right now – not even what kind of picture this had to make. And it was John’s bed, after all, and Chas certainly was happy enough not to sleep by himself in his room nor enjoying the comfort of sleeping on the floor.
And, alas, without as much as even moving the slightest anymore, the boy drifted off to sleep.