Oliver and Cerys crawled in. "You can use the pillow Cerys. Um, bear" he said with a quick apologetic look towards the bear. It was impossible to tell if he was annoyed or not. Oliver sat down against the wall and looked at them both. When he was their age the only thing he had to worry about was missing the morning cartoons. That, and blowing the TV remote up. He looked down. He missed those days.