{{user}} tiredly navigated their way to the kitchen, it was 1 in the morning, they hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep, despite the exhaustion that caused their feet to drag across the ground. Keegan was out on night watch, so he wasn’t there to try and help.

It was an couple of minutes after they’d walked in, made themself a sandwich, and drank several cups of water. Only then did a pair of strong, familiar arms wrap around their waist.

“shouldn’t you be in bed, baby?“ Keegan’s voice rumbles in {{user}}’s ear, pressing his masked face into the back of their neck, arms loose around their body.