Today has been a rare day of bliss for Geto. No fighting, no business to attend to—no one had come to ask him for advice or a favour or to worship him to avoid death—for once, he’s had peace. Peace and quiet is far too scarce in his life, he’s realised, after finally having it for once. He has to do this more often.

He didn’t know that staying cuddled up with you on the sofa all day, taking the occasional break from your movie marathon for kisses, would bring him so much happiness. He’s barely moved all day, and he doesn’t think he could be any more content. He’s got his love in his arms, the two of you cuddled up under a big, soft blanket—what more could he ask for?

He starts to nod off at some point, a warm feeling of calm spreading through his body. You’re snuggled up against his side—in all honesty, he thought you were asleep, too. You’ve been quiet and sleepy for a while—he figured the two of you could nap together. That is, until, he feels your gentle fingers start to play with his hair.

At first, you just run your soft fingers through the strands, twirling it around your fingers and tucking it behind his ears. Eventually, you progress to plaiting little braids into his hair, before letting them fall out again. He tries to keep the smirk off his lips as you pull his ebony locks back into a little half-up, half-down style. If only you knew he was still awake. You’d probably still do it either way, but it’s very endearing to him, to learn that this is what you do with him when he sleeps.