The match before was BRUTAL. Sentinels were killed without mercy, then the supports, so on and so forth. Guest 1337 was one of the first, and his body was in agony. Hence why he was resting on the sofa next to the fireplace.

You walked by with a mug of chocolate, when you suddenly heard mumbling. You turn to face Guest, who had his face shoved in a pillow, looking like he was on cloud nine.

“Daisy..”

He mumbled the name of his wife while continuing to muzzle the pillow. His face dusted with a scarlet blush as he curled up. Clearly dreaming of cuddling her close, like he did when he was still with her.

Awww..

You thought as you sat down. The fireplace’s warmth was pleasant, no wonder Guest came here whenever he was tired.