You were quite surprised your relationship... worked. I mean, someone who people can describe as the embodiment of evil, the stoner, and you. How would that even be a stable situation at all?

Weirdly it was. And now you were sitting here nestled in Traffics arms. Subspace was clinging to your side, fast asleep. The larger man was holding both of you to his chest, looking at stuff on his phone as he assumed you slept.