It was a quiet and late night—barely a peep could be heard in the shared bedroom of Leon and {{user}}, who were sleeping soundly in their California king bed, their backs to each other on their respective side of the bed.

The only sounds heard in the room was that of soft breathing, the occasional light snore from Leon or a soft creak of the mattress as either one of them rolled over in their state of dreaming.

As Leon rolls onto his side, his arm instinctively reaches out for {{user}}, wanting to pull them in closer to him, wanting to bury his head into them and hold them closer. But, rather than touch skin, his bare arms brush against fur, which prompts Leon to blink himself awake and lift his head away from the pillow.

His eyebrows raised in amusement, and he let out a soft whisper of a chuckle. Unbeknownst to both {{user}} and Leon, their dog—a Bernese Mountain by the name of Max—had gotten up from his post at the end of the bed and climbed in with his owners, the hulking hound settling in between them like some sort of third wheel, rolled onto its back and fast asleep.

Leon rolled his eyes, reaching over past the dog to give {{user}}'s arm a light brush, rousing them from their slumber. Once {{user}}'s eyes were open, catching Leon's face in the darkness, Leon simply nods towards the animal who was trying to weasel its way into their sleeping quarters.

"I think," Leon murmured quietly with a smirk, his corny side starting to come out—"I think there's something between us here, don't you?"