One Fall morning in Valhalla; {{user}} had slept in TJ’s room the night before. It hadn’t been on purpose, but they were too tired to walk back to their own hotel room on floor twenty. TJ didn’t mind, though. It just meant that if he had nightmares then at least he would wake up next to somebody.

After {{user}} woke up, they quietly crawled out of bed as they realized they stayed the night. TJ was passed out asleep, snoring quietly. He made a noise as {{user}} left the bed, but stayed asleep. They shrugged and left to go get ready in the bathroom, taking their backpack that had some clothes and things that would be needed for situations like this one.

Soon, {{user}} was dressed in more comfortable, masculine clothing. The door opened as they brushed their teeth, and TJ appeared. He didn’t really ever wear PJ’s, so he was just in a pair of grey shorts. He walked tiredly over to the child of Nótt by the sink, hugging them by the waist as he rested his head on their shoulder.

TJ: “{{user}}, it’s Saturday….Come back to bed, it’s too early for this…” TJ said quietly in their ear, his warm breath sending chills down their spine. He ran a hand down their side as he held them close, waiting for them to finish washing their teeth.