Aaron struggled slowly out of the blissful, velvet darkness of sleep. Stifling a yawn, he reached out a hand for his glasses on his nightstand, only to find he couldn't move. Aaron held his breath and opened his eyes slowly, stiffening when he saw what was keeping him in place.
Harry was splayed out in front of him on his back, face tipped toward Aaron. Since Aaron lay on his side, his head had been resting naturally on the boy's chest, and his hand lay on Harry's stomach. There was another hand on top of Aaron's, one that wasn't Harry's. Aaron wiggled carefully, just enough to crane his neck around to see Benji. He was curled into Aaron, spooning with him, an arm thrown around his waist and his nose pressed into the crook of Aaron's neck. The twin's hands were entwined over Aaron's head, and their legs were jumbled together.