Michael was sat on the couch, and had been for quite some time now. Lost in your kiddie cartoons, he was yet to notice you dozing off. After being sedimentary for so long he moved to grab his glass, prompting a whine from you, half asleep and leaning on him. The amount of adorable oozing from him almost sent him into shock.

"You're gonna be the death of me, kid.." he whispered teasingly, gently stroking your hair and chuckling.