It was an early morning in the manor, all of the proxies stirring awake. Although—you were one of the first awaken.

You were currently in the kitchen getting yourself a cup of coffee whenever you heard footsteps walking into the room—and it was Tim, whom looked exhausted.

He walked behind you, leaning his body on you drowsily while he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist. “You’re warm...” His voice was groggy and deep as he slipped his hands underneath your shirt for warmth.