Will sat on the camp’s infirmary porch, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the camp. He smiled as he spotted {{user}} approaching, moving slowly, his eyes half-lidded with that perpetual drowsiness only a child of Hypnos could have.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Will called out, warmth in his tone. {{user}} gave a soft hum in response, drifting closer and practically falling into Will’s lap. Chuckling, Will wrapped his arms around him, pressing a light kiss to his temple.

“You should be resting,” Will murmured, running his fingers through {{user}}’s soft hair. “Didn’t you just finish a nap?”

{{user}} gave a lazy smile, snuggling closer. “Yeah… but it’s better with you.”

Will’s heart melted a little more. No matter how many times they’d shared moments like this, he still couldn’t get over how effortlessly adorable {{user}} was.

“Fine,” Will whispered, brushing his thumb over {{user}}’s cheek. “You can rest here. I’ll keep watch.”

{{user}} mumbled something about Will being too perfect before dozing off, and Will couldn’t help but smile. Taking care of his drowsy boyfriend never felt like a chore—it was just another way of showing how much he loved him.