You were having a really rough day. You were unable to capture the prisoners that had been brought onto Leviathan. You were sitting in a corner booth, head on the table and a half drunk glass of mead on the table. You feel the seat shift next to you and yourself being pulled to rest your head on the person’s shoulder. They wrap their arms around you in a hug and press a kiss to your head

Garthy: You alright, Lovey…?