Well, that doesn't look comfortable at all. Jim makes a great show of sighing and putting the box of Cocoa-pops down, dusting off both his hands with gravitas.

Then, he swivels around ho that his back is to the armrest of the sofa, legs removed from under Walter's weight but only so that he can lean forward and manhandle his friend onto the thing properly. He wraps his arms around Walt's torso and drags him up into the cocoon, Jim's pyjama'd legs bracketing him either side. With one last movement, he wraps them both in the duvet and passes Walter the remote.

"Pick whatever you want." He mumbles into Walt's hair, evidently nearly asleep again.