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It was midnight; the stars sparkled overhead as they dotted the dark abyss of the sky, an occasional airplane blinking as it soared across the galaxy. The only light that streamed into your apartment windows was the moon, yet that was overshadowed by the blinding glow of your TV as you stared at it, unblinking.
You had lost track of what time it was at that point, and you also had no clue where your esteemed guest had gone. Spamton had been sitting on the couch only a few minutes ago, just as engrossed to the screen as you were, but he had stood up at one point with yet to return.
You didn’t think much of it, assumed he had probably headed over to your bathroom, so you simply waited for him to walk right back and assume his position on the couch.
Your eyes were torn away from the screen when you heard a quiet thump on your living room floor, and you paused what you were watching to scan the room, squinting in the dark.
You caught sight of a figure moving on the ground, and it suddenly clicked to you that Spamton still had yet to return.
There he was, dead asleep, sprawled out on your hardwood floor.
You felt your lips turn up into a grin at the sight, and you had to cover your mouth to resist laughing out loud and disturbing him. There was a perfectly good couch and an even more comfortable bed in walking distance, yet he decided that the solid ground was the best place to lay his head.
Maybe he was so exhausted that he couldn’t make it to either of those places without falling asleep on the way, you assumed as you stood to loom over him. You liked to think that was what happened, anyway, just because it was entertaining to think about.
The other option was that he had fallen asleep on the ground because he wanted to. You wouldn’t be surprised; he lived in a garbage can for who knows how long? When you thought about it, there was no way that was ever comfortable, but he probably got used to it after a while.
You debated on whether or not you should leave him there or move him to a proper bed. On one hand, you hated to have to disturb him, but you also felt cruel just leaving him on the ground the whole night. He hadn’t had a comfortable place to sleep for years, and you didn’t want to deprive him of that now.
You held your breath as you scooped him up from off the floor and clutched him close to your chest. He stirred a bit as you carried him, turning his head to look up at you. You wanted to mumble out an apology, but his head rolled back to its original position, and you hoped that meant he didn’t mind your disturbance.
It didn’t take long for you to make it to the guest bedroom, though you were a bit wary of stumbling into something in the dark. You flicked on a lamp resting on a nightstand and looked down at Spamton, his sleeping form now fully illuminated.
You rarely got to see him at rest, but the sight was always a welcome one. He was a lively spirit, and though you enjoyed the energy he brought to your life ever since he wormed his way into it, moments of quiet tranquility were just as welcome.
You almost didn’t want to set him down, afraid you might wake him up again, and you knew you would miss the warmth of his figure against your chest.
Your arms would grow tired if you continued holding him, though, and you needed to go to sleep too, so you eventually made yourself put him down on the bed. You set him on the mattress as if he were a delicate piece of pottery just one stray movement from shattering. Thankfully, it seemed you hadn’t woken him up again.
As soon as he was set down, Spamton rolled on his side, tucking his hands underneath the pillow. You felt a bit guilty that you didn’t have any different clothes to change into to use as pajamas, so you made a mental note in the back of your mind to find some.
You almost lost yourself in watching over him before realizing something was missing. Carefully, you grabbed the blanket that laid on the edge of the bed and draped it over him, leaving nothing but his head peeking out.
You didn’t think there was anything else you needed to do to get Spamton comfortable, yet you felt like there was something else you forgot. An idea suddenly popped into your mind, and you grinned before heading to your own room to retrieve something.
You returned with the largest plushie you could find in your room; a giant grey cat almost the same size as Spamton. You grinned as you lifted the blanket and placed it right next to him. Now, the addition of the plushie wasn’t really necessary, but you had to admit how absolutely adorable it was to see.
You had to cover your mouth with your hands to resist squealing out loud at the sight. You always thought your tiny companion was cute, but at that moment, you felt as if you were staring down at a horde of mewling kittens.
Tentatively, you reached the hand once covering your mouth to pat Spamton’s head, but it eventually ended up with you sitting on the edge of the bed and combing your fingers through his hair. He had showered in the morning, so it was much softer than usual, akin to what you’d imagine that horde of kittens would feel like under your fingers. All the while, a content smile stretched across your face.
It eventually got to the point where you figured you should leave him be, and admittedly, your eyelids were starting to feel heavier than normal. You withdrew your hand from his head and leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek. With that, you turned to the nightstand and placed your finger on the lamp’s power switch
You were positioned to turn it off but turned back around when you heard Spamton faintly call your name. You hummed in response, feeling slightly guilty for waking him up.
He gestured you to sit back down on the edge of the bed, and he sat up once you did, moving the cat plushie so he could scooch closer to you. You raised a brow, trying to anticipate what he was going to do next.
His arms snaked underneath yours as he pulled you into a hug, and you were quick to reciprocate as you placed your hands on his back. It wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you embraced it nonetheless. Literally.
You were left wondering what his motivations were by the time he pulled away and settled back into bed. The only conclusion you could come to was that he needed a hug, which wasn’t something you would ever judge him for. Besides, it would be hypocritical to act as if you didn’t need one either.
Quietly, you stood from your spot on Spamton’s bed and reached the lamp once again, turning it off for good. You then snuck to the door, trying your best to watch your step as you maneuvered in the dark. It didn’t take long for you to find the doorknob and place your hand upon it.
As you closed the door, a grin formed on your face at the sleeping figure of Spamton, illuminated by moonlight streaming through the window.