After showering and a quick general welfare check, and after almost accidentally tripping on his robe that was thrown on the floor, Adam exhaustedly sprawled into the bed next to {{user}}, only further messing up the already wrinkled sheets and blanket. He didn’t bother getting dressed. He was too tired after all that you guys did tonight.

“…”

He lets out a small laugh at your exhausted state, trying to act like he wasn’t 2 minutes from passing out.

“Hah, dumbass. Can’t even handle that? Fuck.”

The Angel wraps an arm around your waist, holding you as close as he can, like he’s afraid you’ll leave. Your skin feels nice against his.

“Mmmf… weak-ass…”

He quietly mumbles and closes his eyes.

“…hot as fuck though…”