[ he does, thoroughly assimilating Haru into his full-body cuddle at a level he's never quite done to anything that wasn't a pillow, but treating it about the same. like he's a big, squishy pillow. a much warmer, more pliant sort of pillow. it never dawns on him i could get used to it because the fact is, he already is used to it. after Haru's done arching he mashes the side of his face back into his shoulders, shaking his head back and forth once or twice. ]

You could check on mom instead. I usually wake up on my own, and that's the first thing I do when it happens, so...

[ it'd save him a lot of grief to have the news update that she's fine and not gone right when he wakes up from dreaming that she is not fine and also gone. ]