Training was rough today.

A parry, dodge, roll... slice through that dummy! No, that one! Now run 3 laps. Now do 50 pushups, now...

...safe to say you were sore as hell. After dinner, you met up with your good ahem pal Percy, and the two of you sat on the porch of cabin three, talking. Night fell. Your eyelids drooped, and you gradually leaned further and further to his side...

Until you fell asleep, head rested on his shoulder.

Safe to say Percy was a little flustered.