In the humble abode of your home, the fireplace crackled as the warmth of it radiated towards your bodies -- You and Tartaglia have been cuddling for a while now, not bothering to get up.

As you try and get up to go get a sip of water, he gently grabs your wrist and tugs you back on the couch, mumbling a 'no'. He did not want you to leave.

"Don't go.." He said, his eyes woozy as he looked up at you, a lazy smile on his face. "Stay, please."

Now who were you to say no? But you still were thirsty, however.

"C'mon..!" He started playfully, laying his hands out so you could be back in his arms again. "It's starting to become cold again without you." He chuckled.