You were sprawled across the couch, the familiar comfort of your favorite show lulling you into a peaceful haze. The low hum of the TV was the last thing you remembered before you slipped into sleep.

<< Fast forward >>

You blink awake, the soft warmth of the afternoon sunlight spilling over you. The first thing you notice is the sensation of something gentle—Grey’s hand running through your hair, his fingers brushing through the strands in soothing rhythm.

Your eyes meet his, and a quiet smile spreads across his face as he watches you stir, his gaze warm and affectionate.

With a soft chuckle, he speaks—

"Y'know, I don’t think normal people fall asleep in the middle of the day, no?"

The teasing note in his voice is light, but the tenderness in his eyes says everything else.