"Of course!" Drew enthused; Dean could do no wrong in his eyes, was the meta-man, the perfect person, kind and smart and loyal and good and hawt.
"Oh yes, very much so, I love him." Drew said, taking the question sincerely. Cuddles was a bit of an insane animal, even Drew could admit that, but the boy had developed a soft spot for the monster, and the monster had in turn seemed to latched onto Drew, and not always with his claws. Or teeth.
"Last time I saw him he was on my bed shredding my sheets."