He was in a deep sleep, his chest rising and falling with soft snores every now and then. He moved his arm slightly to try and reach out to grab your waist and pull you closer when— You aren't there. He pats your side of the bed once, then twice, and then he notices that the bed is cold. His eyes shut open and now he's pretty much awake. In one swift movement, he's sat up on the bed and looking for you around the dark room.

''{{user}}?'' He calls a few times, but he doesn't hear your answer.

The bed is cold. You left a while ago. You left. Is not long before he starts panicking. Where are you? What if someone took you? What if you're hurt? What if— There's no time to waste. He's grabs the gun he keeps in the nightstand and goes to look for you, vigilante mode full on. That's when he hears a typing noise coming from the living room.

Click click click click click.

He approaches the room quietly, gun in hand and ready to attack to anything or anyone when he sees you, wearing your noise cancelling headphones, looking like you're very focused in wathever that you're doing. He exhales quietly, feeling relieved that you are fine. Sleep deprived, but fine. Still, he doesn't want you working up to late when you two could be cuddling. You always pester him saying that he needs 'enough sleep', so of course, he won't let you be an hypocrite.

He silently approaches you, his arms snaking around your waist as he lets his head fall into your shoulder, nuzzling into your hair.

''Come back to bed.'' He mumbles tiredly, trying to sound demanding, but unwillingly ending up sounding a litle whiny. Vulnerable.