well that was concerning, if only because cuddling wasn't at all like the territorial raccoon of a brother he'd come to realize Five had become. The shivering, also, was a concern, but not as much of one, because the house, as big as it was, had always had problems with air circulation and his room had either always been too cold or too hot with very little in between, so he shifted over on his side a little, rolling just that much closer to Five, reaching across him a moment to shake loose a knit wrap out of a pile. It wasn't really a blanket, but was close enough for as small as Five was.

He managed to get it more or less spread over him, though didn't tuck the edges in for fear of waking Five up when he clearly needed the sleep. That done, however, debated for another moment whether or not to roll over onto his back again, but decided against it, figuring that less jostling would be better, and just settled in to see if he could get any sleep before one of the ghosts decided he'd had enough.