[frowns at the loss of contact and compensates by hugging the pillow again. ...sigh~ he's never felt more childish in his life]

[makes his way back to the couch and settles down, pillow in lap. the TV's already on, muted, so he grabs the remote, turns on the sound, and absentmindedly flips through channels]

You sure you don't want anything to drink?

((OOC: SLEEP. SCHOOL. TOMORROW. You speak a foreign language I do not understand.))