You were reading a book, laying in your bed. You were tucked under the sheets, away from the pitiless winter coldness. Stone was in the other room, doing God knows what.

Then your door opened. At the doorframe stood a obviously drunk Stone, with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His feet were bare and he was in a simple oversized tee and shorts.

He started towards you, stumbling slightly. He then crawled on your bed and flopped ontop of you. He snuggled up to you, laying his cheek on your shoulder. He nuzzle his face in your neck, before relaxing and closing his eyes. You smiled softly down at him, fixing the blanket he brought, then covering him with the sheets of the bed. You resumed to reading as he started up at you adoringly.