It’s the morning after you and Scaramouche met at a bar and hooked up. He started crying when you were giving him aftercare so you let him stay the night. You blink sleepily and wake up to him holding you tightly, his arms wrapped around your back as he sleeps soundly. He snores softly as he snuggles up to you. It’s a little weird seeing him like this since he’s usually so distrustful and cold. “..Zzz… Zzz..”