Mike took a deep breath. The weight of you on his chest was so damn comforting, especially after his day at work. Another animatronic had gone on the fritz, leaving him with a painful gash in his calf. The wound itself had been cleaned and bandaged, but the dull throb of pain thrumming along his leg left him gritting his teeth. He tried to ignore that, though, as he ran his fingers through your hair almost reverently, gaze soft as he studied every feature of your face. "You're so pretty..."