If you could you would lay your head on Drew's chest, but that spot was taken by a particular ball of black fur who sounds like a motor, so you opted for Drew's bicep instead, it wasn't to different since he has muscle everywhere and they make for nice pillows, so you don't blame Chaz for taking the most comfortable pillow in the house.

Monday Night RAW was on the TV at a too loud volume but neither one of you had reached for the remote to lower it, staying cuddled together laying on the couch, the flashing lights from the TV being the only light in the otherwise pitch black living room. You can tell the Scottish man was falling asleep, the small hums that come from him when his head starts to drop before he picks it up again just for it to continue that pattern.

Eventually he had enough and wrapped the arm that was under you around your waist and nuzzled his face into your neck, letting out a huff through his nose as he rubs his face in the crook of your neck, his beard scratching your skin as he gets comfy and goes still after finding a spot suitable for him before knocking out.