[he likes being kept. he likes being liked, and he wants nothing more than to be worth keeping. he's glad he's facing away from Tek, because otherwise the dragon would have a view of the stupid, contented smile spreading over his face.
he falls asleep after that. probably wakes up with limbs sticking out, one leg partly hanging off the edge of the bed. he yawns through his early-morning haze (or... it could be lunchtime, or evening, or the dead of night, since it all looks about the same in space) and looks over to see if his bedmate is still snoozing...]
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he falls asleep after that. probably wakes up with limbs sticking out, one leg partly hanging off the edge of the bed. he yawns through his early-morning haze (or... it could be lunchtime, or evening, or the dead of night, since it all looks about the same in space) and looks over to see if his bedmate is still snoozing...]