The Wordsmith's Forge

Yoite and Julian both wander over towards the person clutching their pillow, keeping enough distance to be both present but not intrusive. Yoite curls up with his head in Julian's lap wrapped under the fleece blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Julian glances at dewline as he strokes his right hand through Yoite's hair (which is getting rather long), "If you want to come closer to me and my little brother, you're welcome. I still have my left arm free."