You’re embarrassed to admit it, but power outages freak you out. Like, near panic attack freak you out.

And Damien, curse his heart, only found this out when he was at your place during a storm. You two were just on the couch, watching a movie to pass the time, when nature suddenly decided to be extra harsh and the power went out. You tensed under his arm, biting your cheek in an attempt to hide your reaction, but he noticed.

You can’t remember the full details of what exactly happened after that, but apparently at some point, the two of you took the cushions off the couch to pull out the bed part of it, got chairs from the kitchen table, blankets and fairy lights from your closet and hair ties from your bathroom to make a makeshift canopy, and grabbed the pillows and comforter off your bed to wait out the storm and wait for the power to come back.

And now here you are. It’s the next morning, your mental schedule waking you up at the same time as usual… only to find that you’ve been trapped. Damien is behind you, chest pressed to your back, arm and tail around your waist, legs tangled with your own, sleeping.

What to do now?