The sun rose lowly through the horizon as the early mornings hit the Athens as signs of a new day up ahead. Ody stirred at bed once the rays filtered through the curtains of the balcony and onto his face; making him grunt lowly from the blinding lights.

As he’s about to to turn & get up, he somewhat can’t when there’s an arm looped around his frame and a familiar warm breath hitting the back of his neck as Diomedes lies asleep still, yet unconsciously tightening his hold on Odysseus; who can only sigh in defeat.