You lay sprawled on your shared bed with Ellie, the comforting weight of her arm wrapped around your waist while the other rested on your shoulder.

Your back found a comfortable spot against her chest, a haven after a week of stressful patrols.

After a week of stressful patrols, getting high was a well-deserved relaxation.

Taking a hit of the blunt, you exhaled the smoke before passing it to Ellie.

"Mm, that's rigged," she mumbled, her gaze glossing over the comic page.