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“Go ahead!”
“You sure? It doesn’t hurt?”
“No. Just go ahead.”
Charlie squeezed in further. “Still okay?”
“Oh my god, Charlie!”
“All right, all right!" Charlie pushed forward, letting out a deep sigh.
“Comfy?”
“It’s so warm!”
“That’s the idea, sweetheart. Can you move?”
Charlie wriggled his toes that were now tucked into the small gap between Nick’s back and the sofa cushions. Nick smiled as he saw Charlie’s obvious comfort. With closed eyes Charlie leant back against the armrest, smiling. “Thanks. My feet were really cold!”
“You’re always cold,” Nick smiled, before they both went back to their reading.