"I can live with that," Kevin decided, after a moment of sleepy contemplation.
He had been on his side with his back facing her, and hadn't really thought about what it would be like with her under the blanket with him once she managed it. But he supposed that it was sort of like spooning - even though that word had never really made sense to him. Well, it did, but - it didn't. He wasn't awake enough to let that thought form into a complete, coherent argument.
Which was partly because it was even more warm and comfortable with her under the blankets with him, making his brain go fuzzy around the edges and threaten to stop working if he lost consciousness again. But Su kept talking, so he did his best to respond.
"Not used to sharing," he agreed. "With big spoons, or little spoons, or any kind of spoons. I don't live in a silverware drawer full of... spoons."