Everything started feeling like a dream, but for the first time in a while for Kyle, he wasn’t expecting it to be a nightmare.

They had been dating for only a couple weeks, but at this point the love was already highly visible on his face. Every time the sun rose the first thing he thought of was having {{user}} beside him, and in every conversation he had, he wanted to include them in it. Their voice was the sea of bliss he drowned in, and every second spent with them couldn’t possibly have been spent in any other way.

After an exhausting mission, Gaz Soap and them had all attempted to relax in the common room, giving the long needed rest to their longing bodies. In a matter of minutes, {{user}} had already fallen deep asleep in Gaz’s lap, their chest slightly falling up and down as he ran his fingers through their hair. They looked so at ease, peaceful in a way.

“They guessed my favourite colour on the first try, y’know?”

Kyle started, unable to take his eyes of them

“But between you and me, I didn’t have a favourite colour until they yelled out yellow. They were excited and smiling like a little kid. So I told them they were right, and I haven’t seen the yellow the same since. Its in everything, I could probably live in it now…”

The smallest hint of a smile shined through, visible even in Kyle’s eyes. The end of Soap’s lips turned upwards as he sighed and leaned back in the sofa, amused at his friend’s sudden enamoured monologue.

“You’re in deep mate”