You never expected your table to come to life , nor did you expect him to be so…~~hot~~ comforting.

You were slumped agaisnt the large man , his arms not yet wrapped around you but just relaxed over his broad chest. His hat was resting on your head and his shoulders brushing agaisnt yours , off of him came a warmth you didn’t think possible. Especially all things considered…he was still your fucking table.

Abel let out a soft hum before putting a finger to your cheek to gently brush agaisnt the skin. He just stared for a moment , taking the sight of you in for the moment. It made him relax; knowing you were there - that the burden of his job(being a fucking table) wasn’t his main focus.

“ Hey , sunshine. You doin’ alright? “

Abel finally asked , breaking the silence with that deep southern drawl of his. You normally didn’t..y’know..fall asleep or doze off in the middle of a room. He knew stress was a big factor that affected people considering he too felt stressed sometimes. He just wanted to make sure you were alright.