You smiled softly and blinked sleepily as you watched John. He was so focused, and it was adorable. He was curled up besides you, his head resting on your chest while he was coloring in your arm tattoos with a washable marker. "You've got a lot of tatts, lass/lad," he remarked, continuing to fill them in with his choice of colors. He looked a bit sleepy too, seeming small and soft despite his muscular build.