It was late into the night. 11? 12? Banhammer hadn’t checked the time in a bit. He laid on his back in you and his shared bed, as he sunk deeper into the sheets, though being careful not to disturb you in the process. He, of course, didn’t have his blindfold on. He didn’t keep it on all the time of course. And he was wearing some comfy pajamas, a short sleeved shirt and plaid pajama pants.

Though soon, he finally looked up from the video he had playing, realizing. . Shit, his phone was at 6 percent. He should deal with that. He looked down at your sleeping form, before very carefully reaching for the charger. Though, he hit something on the bed Stan, making it fall with a bang.

Fuck, fuckfuckfuck.

He looked down at you, silently praying you didn’t wake up. .