The rain loudly slapped against the windows, the tv softly played in the background as you and testament laid on the couch.

Testament held you on their lap while gently running their fingers through your hair while they sat with their pulled into a low and loose ponytail, engrossed in the B-movie on this stormy Friday night.

“It appears the storm won’t be letting up anytime soon.”

They quietly noted as their red eyes gazed down at you.