---Stan's pov---
"She did?" Kyle asks, snuggling closer to me.
"Well, is it weird to cuddle with your best friend?" I ask.
Kyle shrugs, "I don't think so, but that doesn't mean everyone thinks or doesn't think so."
We go quiet for a minute. It wasn't an awkward silence though.
"It's more about if you think it's weird, Stan," Kyle says.
I shrug slightly, pulling my arm tighter around his waist.
"Well, I don't think most best friends cuddle each other..." I say closing my eyes.
"Probably not," Kyle says, "but there's no way we're the only ones that do."
I nod, "I guess."
"Are you upset about the whole Wendy thing?" Kyle asks, lazily.
"Well, kind of," I say, "I mean, it's kind of hard not to be upset about a break up."
"Mmh..." He mumbles in agreement.
I open my mouth again, but Kyle's hand covers my mouth and he stares at me.
"Shut up and go to sleep," he says laying his head on my chest and wrapping his arms around me.
"But it's morning, Kyle."
"I don't care. Go to sleep, Stan."
