George Rose University was impressively depressing this morning. Clouds drew low over the English countryside, wetting the uneven cobbled paths that wound around the old, uninsulated buildings. The main building was certainly grand, arched roof and collumns standing tall against the little people scurrying through the courtyard. Ivy dripped from its walls. The dorms sat silent, shared houses sitting shoulder to shoulder with each other as students tried blearily to recover from the night before. Streamers still littered the road, now translucent with water.

Robin was still in bed. And all his mind was thinking about was how warm he was. So, so warm. He had no classes today, and usually it would be an early morning, gym session, a run afterwards. His typical Friday, ending in a party. Only this week the routine had been flipped. Patrick had his birthday bash last night, and Robin intimately knew how the term 'rager' meant now. His head throbbed and his arms tightened around the warmth he was laying on.

He was typically so discipled. No sleep-in beside Saturday. Even then, 'sleep-in' still had an alarm set for nine. But he'd shut his six am alarm off hours ago, burying himself back into the deepest sleep of his life, broad shoulders rising and falling in deep breaths, reddish curls sticking up.

Dim daylight cut through the open blinds and he half opened his eyes. Did he forget to close them? God maybe he did. He looked down at the rumpled sheets, blanket half off the bed and legs sticking out from under it, then slowly up the warm body laying beneath him. His mind went blank for a moment because tell him why there was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen laying underneath him.

He blinked hazily. "Yo...I pulled that?" He asked the room, which did not respond. He admitted he hadn't had the best streak of luck with one night stands recently - seeing that he'd had none. He'd barely managed to drag his own ass screaming out of a messy situationship that threatened to bankrupt him emotionally and financially. The fact that he could still remember her asking for attention last night made his head hurt even more.

Possibly the oddest part of it all was that he was laying on top of them. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been the only being cuddled instead of the body pillow for whoever graced his pillow that night. He remembered Patrick and the boys talking about how it was the man's 'duty' to be the cuddler, not the cuddled. But...god this was nice. So nice. Hands draped lightly over his shoulders, holding him to their chest - incredibly nice, by the way.

He stared up at them for a while longer. Hell yeah. Hell yeah. He pulled that! He was getting cuddled! Hell yeah!

His smile was marred with a yawn and once more he lay his head down. He could be a man or whatever the fuck in the morning. Or...later in the morning more like. Right now, he was going to enjoy this.