O how he loves you, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒐𝒚. O how, like always, he invents the 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 the bed to get you to sleep next to him, chest to chest or chest to back, the covers drawn around you in an act of faith 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.