"Devin..?" Robert propped himself up off the mattress with his elbows, staring at the figure that had just entered his room. "George stole all the fucking blankets, again." Devin snarled, only for Robert to scoff, "So? What do you w-want me to do about it?"

"Can I sleep in here with you." Devin stammered, a faint blush spreading over his face.

"Excuse me..?" Robert stared, pupils dilating as he blushed as well. "Well, I mean.. Its cold as fuck outside..." Devin tried to explain, only to be dragged over to the mattress by Robert.

"If you wanted to cuddle you could've just said that.." Robert muttered, half-asleep.

"...I know."