"Hi. I'm Larry, this is my brother Darryl, and this is my other brother Darryl."
Haruhi stared blankly at the television, slumped against the headboard. She shook her glance away to look at Tamaki. He lay next to her, his head buried in his pillow and his eyes closed, though Haruhi knew immediately that he was still awake. She picked up the remote from the nightstand and muted the TV, causing her partner to stir.
"Tamaki?" she asked. "Why do you keep as far away from me as you can?"
He fluttered his eyelashes and smiled flirtatiously. "I wouldn't want to encroach on your space," he said sweetly.
Haruhi groaned in frustration. "Would you stop treating me like a client from the host club?" she demanded. "We've been together for a year. You can actually talk to me about things like this, you know!"
Tamaki gave her a weary but nonetheless winning smile. "What would you like me to do, dearest?"
"I'd just like to cuddle sometimes," she said, suddenly self-conscious and blushing. "I sleep better if I have something on top of me" — Tamaki's eyes flashed: whether mischievously or just pruriently, she didn't know. "I don't mean like that!" she exclaimed. "Even if I just have a blanket or pillow over me, it makes me feel… secure." She shifted her gaze from Tamaki's eyes to the middle of his forehead, uncomfortable despite her intimate familiarity with him. "So if you'd just touch me when we sleep, maybe put your arm around me, or…" She trailed off.
"You'd like that?"
"Yeah."
Tamaki grunted and rolled onto his stomach. "If it'll make you happy, Haruhi," he said in a grudging tone. But as he draped his arm over her, Haruhi knew he was pleased to do it, for himself as much as for her. She aimed the remote at the TV again to turn it off altogether and set it on the nightstand, moving carefully so as not to dislodge his arm.
And so they slept peacefully.