The day was finally nearing an end. The training went to hell and the dinner was cold. It’d been a slow, uneventful day. It seemed there were many of those now.

You were lying in Gar’s bed next to him. Some old movie of his playing. It was nice, it was comfortable. Gar’s bed had always been soft and welcoming, always warm with blankets and pillows. Always the best way to end a hard day.

As the movie went on, Gar started snuggling closer to you, and by the halfway mark, you two were cuddling. His head on your shoulder and his fingers playing with your hand.

Then suddenly you feel a dull pain in your ankle, looking down at it, you see Gar has caught your foot in an ankle lock using his legs. He was grinning stupidly once you realised.