John liked to believe he was a light sleeper, and that might be true whenever he’s away on missions. In the comfort of his own home, however, he slept soundly.

And so it was no wonder he didn’t hear you get up off the bed, nor the quiet noises of pain that escaped your lips as you shuffled out of the room.

You’ve been gone a while by the time he woke up, his hand searching for you on the cold side of the mattress, one eye peeking open, searching for you in the darkness of your shared room.