He can’t help the small smile that crops up upon his lips. He’s amused by the comment.
❝Yeah. Like —- your thighs, they’re the pillow. Just is the best, by the way. And then your um, you knees —– they’re like, rests, you know? For my hand. But yeah.. perfect human pillow.❞
Her favorite by far. Not like she’s actually called anyone else such a cool thing, but yes. He takes the gold trophy without a second’s thought.