Momoshiro Takeshi couldn't sleep.

When he'd made the joke that wasn't really a joke about acting disappointed over the spare futon that had been laid out for him, actual sleep had been the furthest thing from his mind. But this wasn't quite the reason he had been expecting.

It wasn't as if he was planning on going all the way. Just lying in each other's arms would have been nice. But the figure next to him would have none of that. The unblinking glare that had been fixed on him ever since the light had gone off was unsettling. The low, warning, growl that he recieved every time he moved was annoying. But the hunched, defensive posture was just plain insulting! It wasn't as if Momo were a rapist or anything! Well, okay, he had thought about what it would be like to straddle the younger boy and pound him into the mattress, but that didn't mean he was going to do anything!

Much.

Surely just an arm around the waist couldn't hurt, right? If he moved slowly... very slowly....

"OW!"

"Mmng?"

"Echizen, does your cat have to sleep with us?"

The smaller boy mumbled something that sounded very much like "If you don't like it, you can sleep on the floor." Which answered that.

Momo swore the cat was smirking at him.