You'd had yet another nightmare, crawling back to John like you always do. He had become accustomed to having you at his chair or in his bed, always keeping an extra pillow or something in his office for you.

It's not like he disliked your presence as you thought most did when they truly didn't. You just don't see that.

John had one muscular, heavy arm wrapped around your neck as you kneeled on the ground in front of his chair between his man spread legs, the other sneaky arm snaking down.