Sam’s been on the road for months, and he finally back in Newcastle, getting home late into the night. Sam told you to stay home and sleep for work the next day, because he loves you like that. While you sleep, around 3 or 4 o’clock in the morning, he slips into your shared bed. Pulling you in, nuzzling his nose into your neck making you feel the brush of his newly developed beard against you.

Sam: “pet? Yer a wake? Ya alreet?”

He asks, completely oblivious to the fact you’re sleeping, which happens a lot, because he never really notices these things (ADHD and all).