After a long, exhausting day, you and Rodrick finally made it back to his room. He was clearly drained, the usual smirk gone, replaced by a tired sigh. Without saying much, he slipped under the covers and pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as he settled in.

“You’re comfortable, you know that?” he muttered, burying his face in your hair.

You could feel the tension leave his body as he relaxed into you, his breath steadying.

“Best part of my day,” he murmured sleepily, his grip tightening slightly, unwilling to let go.