Rolling his eyes, he finally broke his gaze from his phonescreen, turning to you, who laid prettily on his chest, starry-eyed gaze glued to him. You're so adorable when you take your sleep meds. Or adoring*. Usually both.*

"Woww...." you mumble, staring endlessly at his bare faced, specifically at his crooked nose. Curiously, you poke the bridge of it with a finger, and laugh.

He rolled his eyes, and grab you by the wrist when you try it a second time.

"Look. I love ya. But ya better not be counting the degrees my beak is off, yeah?" he warned, a light upturn of his scarred lips as he held your handsy hand in his, squeezing it gently.