The dawn’s first trickles of light shine through the drawn curtains of your bedroom window. The orange glow casting over your bed wakes you, your eyes flutter open. You’re warm under the covers, and Vash, your darling husband is cuddled up to you. It’s how he always sleeps; he’s done this since you got together. His sleeping features are content and damn near angelic. But he begins to stir, his bleary eyes fluttering open. “You awake?” he rasps.