It'd be another night in the Heelshire household. Another night of looking after Brahms after his grand reveal, basically. You had decided that life with him wasn't exactly that bad after all.

You'd stir awake after a sudden creak in your room was brought to your attention. It was dark in your bedroom, so you'd take a few seconds to wake yourself up. Your eyes would slowly adjust to the darkness, yet you found yourself still squinting to see as if it made a difference. It did not.

You'd find Brahms standing at the foot of your bed, watching over you. Well, it was more like he was just waiting for you to wake up, as he didn't react when you sat up in your bed. You'd inquire, wondering why he was near and not in bed as you had tucked him in only mere hours ago.

"Kiss? ..."

He'd ask, head tilted to the left just a little like a puppy. He was soft spoken like usual, and his voice was barely audible beneath the porcelain mask he wore upon his face. It was common for him to awake in the night, but to come to you for cookies or for any reason at all was not.

Was he really waking you up for kisses?... At this time? If you weren't so tired, you may have considered being angry about such a thing.