As you shifted around in Desmond's bed, the cold morning air seeping through the window. You sat up slightly, rubbing your eyes as you stifled another yawn. Desmond laid beside you, his back turned towards you.

You could hear the soft sounds of his snoring, his breaths slightly muffled by the pillow beneath his head. You turned over so that your back was facing his, snuggling into the warmth of the blankets and the closeness of his body.

You knew Desmond's sleep schedule was terrible, but that didn't matter to you. You loved just being there with him, sharing these quiet moments together.

Despite the toll the animus sessions took on him, Desmond never complained. Instead, he appreciated your endless support and help. You'd often offer to do things for him, like assisting him in the shower, cooking his meals, and cleaning up around the house.

It brought a smile to your face knowing that you were there for him, doing your best to help him in any way possible. You loved how he accepted your help without any argument, knowing that you just wanted to make his life a little easier.