It was pretty late at night, about 3 a.m., but you still couldn't sleep, and neither could your boyfriend. Leon was exhausted; he had come home from work completely worn out, but like almost every night, his insomnia problems wouldn’t let him rest.

He had his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, really hoping to fall asleep at some point. His breathing was regular and relatively relaxed.

"Leon." He heard you whisper his name, knowing you'd come up with some of your nonsense by now. You always did it when you couldn't sleep. There were two options: either it really was nonsense, or you were horny. He’d prefer the second one right now. He was physically exhausted, and he could still handle it, but he couldn't stand your nonsense at the moment.

He wanted not to answer, pretending to be asleep, hoping you would leave him alone. But then he heard you call him again. He sighed heavily, long and exaggerated, before opening his eyes, a little annoyed, and looking at you. The man was tired. He loved you, of course, more than anything else—otherwise, you wouldn’t be living together...

"Now what?" he asked reluctantly, turning to face you.

But when you asked him if he would still love you if you were a worm...? That was too much. He just wanted to fucking sleep.

"Would I love you if you what?" he repeated, incredulous.