The sun had yet to rise yet Walt found himself awake, his lashes fluttered open and he let out a low groan as he shifted to lay on his back rather than his side, bones and muscles aching from the strenuous night he’d had. He interlaced his fingers and rested them over his chest, eyes locked on the ceiling, just wishing for time to pass, after all, he really had no reason to get out of bed yet, he had hours until his shift started.

A small noise woke him from his disoriented state and he turned on his side to find his partner curled up on their side, facing away from him, shivering due to the fact he’d apparently hogged the blanket all night.

Guilt bubbled in his chest and he swiftly moved to open up the edge of the blanket and wrap it up over their shoulders, watching as they turned to face him and snuggled into the blanket, seeming to latch onto it the moment it was granted.

He knew he had things he could be doing around the house, washing dishes, doing laundry–showering, yet he couldn’t bring himself to get up, far too occupied staring at his lover in their most peaceful state, all the tension from their long day faded into nothing but serenity.