You wake up to the sound of the tv, stretching and shifting against Fox’s chest. His arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand is pressing play on a video. You move your hand along his bare chest, glancing at the screen before looking up at him. “Bigfoot, Fox? Really?” You asked, your voice a sleepy murmur. He smiles down at you, realising you’ve woken back up. “Would you rather it was one from my personal collection?” He teased.