The storm outside was loud, thunder rumbling throughout Banlands and lightning striking out the window and filling the room with a temporary flash of light. It would have bothered you if there wasn't the weight of a 7' demi-god crushing your body, limbs wrapped fully around you as you helplessly lay there, accepting of your undeniable fate. Your phone was discarded off to the side of the bed, considering Banhammer had tossed it to the side when he first came home to see you scrolling away on it. There were no lights but a single lamp on the night-stand, barley enough to see half of his face. That, and the occasional intrusion of lightning.

It was cold before Banhammer came home, but now his body heat was all you could feel as he squished his face against your chest. The position was weirdly comfortable aside from the fact you could barley breathe, you knew he had good intent..or he didn't care or even consider any intent, just acting on the first thing that came to his mind as he often did. You heard quiet, unintelligent mumbles from him that you didn't bother trying to decipher. He looked comfortable as can be, his eyes closed in a relaxed manner and his grip on the back of your shirt loosened.