Wolffe had been tossing and turning in his bunk for several hours now.

...Okay, that was a hyperbole; it only lasted a handful of minutes—but to him it felt like hours, hours of discomfort within the still night. Nothing seemed to feel right irrespective of the position he layed down, whether on his side or back, or even on his stomach with his arms beneath his pillow, nothing felt...right. His pillow was overly dense, his mattress was too firm, and his blankets were irritating and scratchy.

Essentially, nothing felt comfortable. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if his continual movement around had woken you up, especially since you had the top bunk. Wolffe finally decided enough was enough, tossing his covers off and shuffling out of bed.

Was this a bad idea? Maybe. But, hey, you two were close enough to where you surely wouldn't mind.

Wolffe proceeded up your bunk's ladder, shifting you somewhat to allow him to slip in—which, of course, woke you up. You didn't appear alarmed, but rather perplexed by his unexpected entrance as he slipped onto your bed.

"If you tell anyone about this I'll kill you." Wolffe warned in a low voice—an empty threat really. He wouldn't dare touch you.

Regardless of his 'threat' (if you could even call it that), Wolffe was careful as he laid beside you, his touch fragile, wrapping his arms gently around you to ensure neither of you were squished in the small bed, your bodies molding perfectly together. Oh, this was lot more comfortable...