Her facetious question raises a quiet chuckle from Benjiro and he gives her a soft squeeze with his arms as he answers without hesitation, “Sure.” As it stands now, carrying Sadie on occasion is a pleasant act. It makes him feel close to her and trusted. So he would absolutely entertain carting her around. On the matter of bedding, he hums softly, “I could always build something, but it would be less expensive if I converted back to using a futon. Either way, on top of me would probably be safer.” He is usually a lighter sleeper, but has had nights beyond reach from the world.

Comforted, his heart and breathing settle alongside his thoughts. Later. He can worry more about that possible future later with the worst consequence disallowed.

Benjiro lifts his head from her shoulder, rousing from a mild stupor of relief and fatigue, and unwraps his arms from around her slowly to sit up under his own power. Nodding a couple times he confirms the detail with a slight tilt of his head and a confused tick of an eyebrow, “Yeah...I did. Had it with me through elementary years. Did Emiko mention it?”