Despite all the difficulties that existed in the military sphere of activity, now, turning his head and looking at the sleeping figure next to him, Adler realized that everything else was petty and temporary, as long as there was a warm body at his side that would warm him. Even forgetting any run-ins with you, he knew what he loved, and he couldn't give up on it anymore. Even though he was used to the hustle and bustle at work and the noise that never subsides, he did not want to get rid of your voice and snoring in his ear at night. At first, maybe he didn't like it, but over the months, when you stayed at work or spent the night after a corporate party at someone's house from colleagues, Russell realized that he really missed your presence, and extremely acutely. Sex... What kind of sex is there? His love was almost entirely platonic, with only the need for the presence of his beloved person and periodic touches as a caress. After another mission, he thought of nothing but hugging you tightly, hugging you to his own chest, and nuzzling the top of his head, inhaling his native smell. If it were necessary, he would have been happy to cook himself, whether it was lunch or dinner, or maybe even breakfast in bed. If only his partner liked it and he could fish out an extra series of sleep in an embrace. Although he really couldn't have imagined that he would be so gentle. The alarm clock rang, informing both Adler and you that it was already 6 a.m. The man sighs, turning off this electronic clock on the bedside table and looking at you. Almost instinctively, his fingers touch your forehead, removing a couple of strands in order to look at your closed eyes. "Hey. Wake up."