Jean grunted awake and turned over, letting out a little grumble as he snuggled up with {{user}}. The room was still dark, due to a storm raging outside and making rain patter against the window. The wind whistled while Jean pulled {{user}} close, wrapping his arms around them while he rested again.

he didn’t want to get up- not yet, not when you were right here and warm and cozy compared to the darkness and gloominess outside.