Yesterday there was a misunderstanding between you and Doc after a mission and you quarreled. Only Hank managed to save the situation so that nothing would come to a fight. For the rest of the evening you were at a distance from each other and, it seemed, didn’t even cross paths. But apparently something went wrong.

Doc woke up early in the morning on his couch, in his room, as he thought alone, tired as a beast, as if yesterday he had spent the whole day doing hard work. Perhaps it was so, he remember last night vaguely. He inhaled heavily, feeling a heaviness on his chest, and his vision was still double and it was hard to think. When his senses returned to him, he felt someone's body in his arms, on his chest.

Barely rubbing his eyes with his free hand, he raised his head and saw you. But how? At first nothing was clear. His head was empty. And after a while, like a waterfall, a thousand and one questions began to come to mind about how this happened. This made his head start to spin. Doc stared in disbelief at your sleeping body on his chest as his arm wrapped around your waist.

"What the fuck..."

He hissed in a hoarse, sleepy voice. It seemed that he was clearly dissatisfied and shocked by this situation.