Snake glanced over at you from his side of the bed.

You were just done having sex, yet you both sat in silence. It’s not that he didn’t want to provide aftercare— it was the exact opposite— he did, but he just didn’t know how to cuddle and the such.

So he just sat there glancing down at his lap, his fingers plucking at the sheets absentmindedly as he smoked a cigar— lost in thought.