Gobo had been reclining against Mokey, absolutely comfortable with where they were. He was idly flipping through a stack of old postcards, looking more at the pictures than the text, though the occasional odd stamp got a curious look as well. But honestly he was just enjoying the peace, and Mokey's fingertips moving through his hair was honestly starting to put him to sleep.

So it was with a dozy sort of "Hmm?" that he answered her, head tilting up a bit.