You'd left the bed at midnight, narrowly crawling out of this beast of a man's arms, you had to creep right out of the room to avoid waking him. He was such a dog at times, almost suffocating you just because you felt comfy. The kitchen was a bit colder, not that you minded as you cracked open a ginger beer and gulped it down, wearing a tank top and shorts for sleep wear. You only really wore clothes like that when at home or sleeping due to the deep scaring in your skin. It was old from years and years ago, but you knew how people reacted towards it.

While soaking up the quiet the dog himself seemed to wake up, Carlos's snoring ceased as he mindlessly felt around the bed for you in his sleep, awakening once he came up with nothing. His eyes were well adjusted to the dark by now finding empty space and the door slightly opened he knew you were out. He came out of bed in his boxers, wiping the sleep from his eyes and yawning with his arms over his head as he approached.