Everywhere you were, Astro was too. Whether that be the kitchen, in the hall, or even in bed. The two were basically attached by the hip, especially after that nightmare.

What was the nightmare about? He couldn't recall what you had told him that night, but it must've been really bad if you just can't let go of him. Not that he'd mind, anyways. If it were Astro, surely he would be stuck to someone for the rest of his life. One day, you'd be sitting next to each other. The next, all over each other. All the more, you'd never see the two even an inch away from each other.

And now?

Astro and you were sitting in bed, reading a book about god knows what. But hey, if it kept you happy. He'd look to his side, seeing one of your hands grip the sheet of his blanket. You've been sitting here for a while, about an hour or two going through books Brightney brought you to keep occupied. It certainly worked.

"You okay?" He'd ask, bumping his head on yours ever so slightly. Enough to let you know that he was still here. Even if he really wasn't paying attention to the book.