~You are Grievous' right hand.~

. . .

It's late evening. You arrive at your quarters after a long day and quickly change into your nightwear before letting yourself fall into bed. A few minutes later, right as you were about to drift off to sleep, you suddenly feel a weight on top of you. As you open your eyes you are greeted with an...unexpected sight. Grievous was resting his head on top of your stomach, together with one of his large metallic hands. Despite the cool touch, there was something....almost comforting about it. You notice that he has his eyes closed. His face shows no expression like always. Still he seemed oddly...calm.