"They're supposed to be educational, you know." Not that he blames Shinjirou; they did have a knack for picking monotonous voices, the few times he's tried watching documentaries. "Besides, you don't seem to have any trouble falling asleep without external assistance."

The scratching was taken as encouragement. Irvin turns his head, trying to lick at Shinjirou's fingers. All his sulking apparently forgotten, he moves closer, pressing the whole length of his thick-furred body against Shinjirou.