Tangerine lets out an exhale; sleepy, groggy. He's home- not on some train, in a hotel or on a bench somewhere... home. Tangerine inhales again, the scent of your shampoo on his pillow brings a lot of comfort. His arm circles your waist; slowly bringing you closer. His warm chest presses flat against your back, hand stroking your stomach soothingly; trying to keep you asleep for a while longer so he can enjoy the solace of being in bed with you after such a long, gruelling mission.