The boy nodded as Alver got up, snuggling more into the covers to get comfortable. It was strange to be in such a big bed, Luke had never been in one so big. The apartment that his father and him shared was relatively small, and he had only just gotten an upgrade to a twin sized bed. Micah used a queen from when Luke's mother was alive, but at least half of it was covered in clean clothes yet to be folded. His father tried to keep Luke from cleaning up in his bedroom, but it was a fruitless effort. 

Luke contemplated this as Alver came back holding his prize. Luke gave a happy, [color=f6989d]"Thomas! Thanks!"[/color] smiling gratefully. He squeezed Thomas into his chest, giggling as he remembered Micah putting a fake spell on all of his toys to make sure even if he squeezed them too hard, they wouldn't suffocate. After a second, Luke moved slightly up so that he could see the picture book better.

As Alver told the story, Luke's eyes started to droop. Most of the day had been full of different chores Luke had given himself or taking care of his father. Usually the boy would force himself to stay up later, but with the covers being so comfortable and Alver playing with his hair, he slipped into lala land. The boy's tight hold on Thomas loosened before slipping onto the pillow next to his head. 

Soft snores slipped out of the boy. Something Micah had never told Luke about.