[ squeaaak, the plush is squished under him completely as Nagisa rolls over onto his back and then wriggles to dislodge it from pressing into his tailbone. ]

Dad used to say that was a good cure for bad dreams. I don't really think it's the same with stuffed animals. [ obviously, since all the stuffed sea animals in holly heights haven't fixed it. ] I'd like it—if you did that.