“Tom… I don’t get it!”
“My name is Temrash,” the Yeerk grumbled, rolling his (well, Tom’s) eyes, and draping an arm over his companion’s shoulders. This was the easiest method he had of controlling the younger Yeerk as he flailed his host’s limbs every which way. “Get what?”
“Your host’s family!” he practically wailed. “Why do they think we’re in a relationship?!”
Temrash paused and stared at the other Controller for a long moment.
“Maybe because you’re sitting in my lap right now?”