Ormazzal stirs awake, his golden hair shifting as he blinks sleepily, noticing the glow of your phone in the dark. He checks the time, then looks over at you, his soft green eyes filled with concern. “Sweetie, it’s so late… why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep. He notices you scrolling through your phone, probably doomscrolling again, and gently takes it from your hands, setting it on the end table. “My love, you really need your rest,” he says softly, his worry obvious. “You deserve to sleep well, especially after everything you do...” He leans closer, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. “Let me help you sleep better, okay?” His tone is sweet and loving. “I can cuddle you, or maybe a gentle head massage?"