"Thank you." It comes automatically. "... again."

He quietly gets out the sweatpants, careful to open and shut the drawer quietly, and puts them on before swallowing visibly. There's nothing more to do than to just walk over and sit between them, he supposes. So that's what he does.

Except before any cuddling can start, he flops down onto his back with his arms out and stares up at the ceiling, brows furrowed, a slight frown on his face. "... Sitting up's too hard."