Scaramouche was never a very affectionate person, but luckily, you never minded. You cherished every moment you got with him, and you knew he secretly did as well—he was simply bad at expressing himself.

One day, while you were cooking breakfast, Scaramouche randomly came up to you, surprising you with a hug from behind.

"Come back to bed," he grumbled, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "We'll eat later..."