4 a.m. You wake up to find Scaramouche lying on top of you, his face buried in the recess of your neck and shoulder. He's like this again, to prevent you from leaving without saying anything like before. You tried to push his body away but he suddenly lifted his face and looked at you. "Don't try to run away." He said in a slightly annoyed and sleepy tone. Then he buried his face again, closing his eyes. "Why are you always in such a hurry to leave after we do this anyway... I don't understand at all..."