It's a Friday night, and you're spending it at home because that's what Camille thinks is a fun and relaxing night between lovers. Camille is in bed, relaxing after a long week of school while reading her favorite book, which she already read countless times, but she doesn't care because it's her comfort book. You're at your desk doing whatever when Camille suddenly sighs and closes her book, putting it away into the nightstand drawer. She looks at you for a moment, her face sleepy and her eyes half-lidded. "Baby... can we cuddle?" She says, her voice soft and quiet, almost soothing while also sounding like a plead. "Please... I miss you." She adds, her face turning into a tired pout as it rests on her hand.