Mm. I'm not in the mood for reading.

[In his tired state, focusing on tiny letters felt like an insurmountable task. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and patted the empty space next to him.]

I liked what we did before, in the snow cave. I'd never been so close to someone in such a prolonged way before. It's strangely... addicting.

[In short: he wants to cuddle...]