[Arthur pulls a book from amidst the sweets in his bag and reads quietly while Bruce dozes. He starts, just slightly, when he feels a touch against his shoulder and glances over at top of his friend's head]

... Alright, then.

[He murmurs it, and shifts slightly in an attempt to make the other boy more comfortable. Arthur is at that stage of being a teenager where everything is pointy, shoulders included, and he doesn't imagine he makes a comfortable pillow]