After a particularly harrowing mission, all you wanted to do was pass out. Once you had flopped into bed you heard the familiar woosh of your door opening, the feeling of someone climbing onto your bed was present. When you looked up you saw bart lying down with his head resting on your pillow, his eyes were already shut tight and he'd lost his goggles somewhere along the way. In his sleep he had wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and his head was buried in your chest. He made a contented noise as he dozed off, he probably wouldn't even remember coming here when he woke up. But it was strangely comforting having him there with you.