A coughing fit of his was promptly cut off when he noticed the weight on his chest and blinked open his eyes to spot you curled up on him. He sighed and rubbed his eyes as he reached over and grabbed his gas mask before putting it back on and settling back in the bed as he furrowed his brows. He cast a glance at the window in the barracks and spotted the sun as it slowly peaked above the horizon, he gave a grunt of annoyance as the light hit his eyes and with a swipe of his hand the curtains closed with a snapping his as they ground against the rail. With the room now darkness, he tugged the covers and an extra blanket up to your shoulders to ensure you were warm as he listened to the quiet chuffing of the gas mask's filter working while he exhaled. You had begun to stir and he quickly hushed you a few times before telling you to go back to sleep. Did Liquid have him on a few patrols or for a few meetings? Sure, but could those wait? Probably. And did he really care at the moment?...not particularly if he was being honest. In the moment right now, he was more enamoured and focused on the feeling of your warm arms wrapped around his torso and hugging him tightly, he wasn't completely used to things of physical touch, much less affectionate contact but he couldn't find himself holding issue with his current situation