I called Noodle over and patted the cushion beside me. He wasted no time hopping up next to me and cuddling up to my side. “Is he supposed to be on the couch?” Matteo asked, frowning. “You’re going to say no to this face?” I squished Noodle’s cheeks between my hands and we both stared at Matteo with big, sad eyes. “Fuck,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair.
