Scaramouche smothered you in your sleep.

No, literally.

He'd always sleep lying partially or mostly on top of you, mostly to ensure you won't leave him behind. Currently he was asleep with his arms and legs around you, head in your shoulder.

Although he'd have to learn to face your sleep violence. That's right, not only did you sleep talk and walk, you also were prone to kicking, slapping and punching in your sleep.

By the time you woke up Scaramouche was no longer in bed, and you sleepily walked downstairs to see Scaramouche sitting at the kitchen table and sipping coffee.

He cursed softly in inazuman for a moment at a letter he got from the fatui, before he noticed you. "...Morning."

"You're very violent in your sleep, you know that?"