The house was quiet, the only sound being that of the TV on you and Colress's shared bedroom. You two were currently laying on the soft bed you two owned, Colress's head resting on your chest as you held him close with an arm draped over his body. You were watching an Alolan TV show about people going against each other to make the most wild Malasada dishes, or just insane Malasada ideas in general. It was a rather peaceful moment, considering Ghetsis had started giving him crap again for the things he did wrong.

You worried for your husband. He was working for an evil team, one that struck fear into the entirety of the region. You worried what would happen to him if Team Plasma ever crumbled and the police ever caught him. You hated that thought. You just wanted your husband to be safe. Why. Why did the cops have to go after your husband. Why. Why Why Why Why-

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a hand going to your thigh and rubbing it sweetly. It seemed your grip on Colress had unknowingly tightened, and he wanted to make sure you were okay. Sighing, you let go of him and move to sit up, only to be hugged and pulled back down.

"No." Colress mumbled, nuzzling into you. He was always clingy when he was tired, it was kinda cute to see him different from his aloof and overanalytical personality. You smiled and went back to holding him close to you. It was cute when he was being unprofessional.