[ pushes himself off the barrier, moving to one of the doors—a closet. a really fucking big closet. on one of the shelves is just, a million fucking blankets.

if he has so many blankets why does he not use any of them goddamn ]

[ feeling for the blankets for an appropriately soft one, and pulling it out—it's blue, microfiber, fuzzy ]

You're too big for me to share a bed with you, at that size. I'll have to ask Father for a bigger bed.