Scareel Law

"It couldn't get any worse."Gautier lay down on the couch, closing his eyes."I'm the worst in the class at practical work."
A shadow fell on him. He opened his eyes and saw Scariel hanging over me from the back of the couch.
"So why are we crying so much?" *he asked cheerfully. *"Do you want to be held and pitied?"
"Get lost," Gothie muttered and turned away. Having settled down comfortably, he closed his eyes again. I was already mentally prepared to fail. Something massive fell on me and crushed me.
"Skariel! Damn, you're heavy!"he kicked, trying to move away from him, but Scariel, rolling off the back of the couch, squeezed into the small space behind me and hugged me, almost completely pinning me under himself, breathing hotly on the back of my neck. "Ow, take your elbow away, you're poking me right in the back."
"So?"He moved his hand and he felt the warmth of his body as he pressed closer.
The last thing I remembered was Skariel lying next to me, gently massaging my neck and left shoulder. The sofa was narrow, and the gothi moved closer to him. He hugged me around the waist in response, continuing to stroke my head