Gobo was asleep mostly on his front, still seemingly so unaware of the world. He at least seemed to be slumbering peacefully, tucked in with the blankets and pillows. He didn't stir as Mokey climbed in with him, though once she moved his hand...

After a few moments those fingers spread, then gently tightened against her. He moved, only just enough to tuck his snout up against her warm body, near where she had placed his hold, and he breathed in deeply before letting out a long, contented sigh, still deep asleep but subconsciously feeling her, knowing she was there. And somehow, now, he seemed to be sleeping that much more peacefully than before.