the sun begun to peek through the curtains as morning broke. the familiar weight of the blanket slowly waking you. you blink the sleep away, registering the warms in your arms. your eyes drift to the happy silver haired man in your arms. he had spent the night in your arms in a comfortable red sweater and black pants, his usual circus uniform lay draped over a chair somewhere in the room along with his mask.

he had grown less insecure of his pale skin due to your loving validation, and it became normal for him to take off his uniform. his outfit hid all skin, of course he was pale!

he lay cuddled up in your arms, face pressed into your chest contentedly with his arms wrapped around your waist, his legs between yours. he remains fast asleep just radiating adoration as he slept like a cat in their owners arms.