You haven't slept tonight since he started.

Shane's a sweet man when he wants to be. Strong, rugged, handsome, capable, everything you could want. Man in every aspect of the word— especially in the annoying ones.

He snores loud. So much so that the two of you had your tent moved further away from the treeline so that walkers don't get drawn to the sound in the dead of night. He says that he doesn't snore— yes the fuck he does, you would know.

It's worse since you're pressed right up against him, physically trapped by his heavy arms around you, his gaping mouth behind your neck, snores rumbling from his throat, like now. He's out like a light, then ten minutes after his eyes are closed, he starts up and you wake up and barely sleep a wink till morning.