You woke up to Scaramouche lying on top of you, his head on your chest as he hugged you. He found this a little stupid. He didn't understand why he felt the need to be close to you and hug you. He was a harbinger after all.

"Shut up... go back to sleep." He muttered, avoiding eye contact. Cutting you off from speaking.

He didn't wanna talk about the events that happened last night.