The mission had worn them all out. He stumbled into their mansion, already feeling the soreness that came from a tough fight making itself known in his bones. Kid's unspoken plan was to carry his two partners to their own rooms. They didn't bother to transform back until he had reached Liz's room, in which both jumped from his grasp and situated themselves onto the bed.

It was Liz and Patty's unspoken plan to grab Kid from behind as he silently departed, too tired to predict their move. Patty lifted his feet off the ground, and Liz held his arms, refraining him from resisting.

"Is this really necessary?" he spoke, a sigh leaving with the statement.

"Yeah, it is," Liz spoke, matter-of-factly.

"Then what was the point in bringing you two up here?" His eyes were gradually closing, and neither of his partners could resist a swell in their chests.

By then, they had carried Kid to his room and were carefully depositing him onto his bed. He sunk into the plush material, and- just as he felt the last realm of consciousnesses leaving him- he felt two dips in his bed.

"What are you guys doing?" he mumbled, refusing to open his eyes.

"Getting comfortable," Patty replied. He suddenly felt a hand reach for his arm and grab hold.

"Mmm," was the only thing the two were met with.

A second hand reached up- or down, he wasn't sure; he was situated pretty low in comparison to where his pillows were behind his head- and planted itself in his hair. Fingers from presumably the elder sister began lacing and curling around bits of his hair. His mind focused on the two warmest points of his body as he fell into slumber.

He woke to a pillow nearly suffocating him and something else digging into his back. A few seconds past initial drowsiness revealed Patty had managed to place a pillow over his face and then lay her head on top, resulting in extra weight. Behind him, Liz had buried her head into his back, obviously seeking warmth once she realized they had fallen asleep atop the covers.

A content sigh passed his lips.

End