Creature Comforts

"Dude, not only did I spill the beans, I spilled twenty-seven different kinds of beans. Including pinto, lima, a rare hybrid of fava and black beans, and a hitherto unknown species of bean. And after all that you're going to sit around playing with yourself and yawning? Bro code compels you to do some spillage of your own, Egbert."

John rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, nodding along with Dave's words.

"Fine, I'll cough up some beans too. But scooch your bird butt over first, 'cause it's hogging up the bed."

Dave shifted on the bed, easing away to open a spot beside him. John toed off his shoes and flopped down with a huff on his side, hands tucked up to his chest. He nestled himself into the spot where Dave's other wing should have been, the frames of his glasses pressing into the side of his face as he dropped his head.