Sleeping beside you could be a real nightmare. Especially to Dutch.

When he fit your hand slap against his face in your sleep, he was shocked. He sat up and just stared at you with an offended look. This man was a leader, not a punching bag.

In the morning, Dutch wasn’t laying beside you and was rather sitting in his chair, staring at you. You sat up sleepily and stretched.

“You hit me.” He started blankly and you practically choked on your own saliva. Dutch was just staring, like usual.