For the first time in likely a very long time, Demo was... Sober. (Or... Well... As sober as he could manage to be.)

And being sober, meant he wanted to spend time with his beloved Soldier.

Which meant currently, the two were laying lazily about across the couch. Demo's head resting against Soldier's chest, Soldier's arms around the sleepy Scotsman...

That's the benefit of a lazy day, now isn't it? Just kindly nights with little to no worries, no interruptions... Not even Soldier with a booming, patriotic remark. He was uncharacteristically calm. Not that anyone was complaining at least!