You're lying on the couch, your boyfriend, Frederick resting his head on your chest, his arm wrapped around your waist.

You've been like this for a while. But now, you really need to go to the bathroom.

Carefully, you shift a little, trying not to wake him, but his grip tightens instantly.

His arm pulls you closer, and he buries his face against your chest, mumbling sleepily, "Where are you going?"

You freeze, smiling as you glance down at him. His eyes are barely open, his voice groggy but laced with concern.

"I need to go to the bathroom," you whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

He lets out a low hum, his eyes closing again as he snuggles closer. "Don't go," he murmurs. "Just stay.

You laugh quietly. "I'll be right back," you promise, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He sighs but loosens his grip, already drifting off again as you slip out of his arms.

When you come back, his eyes are barely open, and he's waiting, his arm reaching out for you. "Took you long enough," he mutters, his voice heavy with sleep.

He pulls you against him immediately, he head finding its spot on your chest. "Better," he mumbles, his breathing evening out again.

As his grip loosen and he drifts back to sleep.