The soft, cold snow outside the cabin almost looked like clouds resting peacefully on the icy ground. It was so tempting to just walk outside and run your hands across it. But the warmth inside kept you firmly snuggled close to Soap.

It was.. nice. He had picked out the fluffiest blanket he could find, a book, and dragged you into a spot near the window to read. He was a warm, solid presence pressed against your side.

You could easily fall asleep like this. Especially with the vibrations of his voice. Rumbly, yet soft.

He noticed, though. With a soft snort, he closed the book and put it to the side. He simply tugged you closer.

“Falling asleep on me, aye?”