Last thing {{user}} remembered was going out on patrol with Oliver, going around the city to make sure no crime was going on or if someone needed help. It was a pretty calm night, but the fact that {{user}} had gone out on patrol right after their normal job tired him immensely.

When he suggested to go home, Oliver nodded and told him to go home and that he still had to do something. So with that, {{user}} went back to their shared home, got all nice and comfy and went in bed, slowly drifting off.

The next morning, when {{user}} was starting to stir, he felt warm arms around him, a warm breath hitting his face and someone’s warmth against his. {{user}} slowly opened his eyes and saw Oliver, peacefully asleep. Oliver had probably come home later and cuddled {{user}} while he was still asleep.