Another night where you stay up all night, you don't know how many energy drinks or coffees you've had, but despite that exhaustion is spreading through your body.

Scud, even though he's always chaotic and definitely not interested in sappy stuff, feels bad... and in a moment of inattention, he picks you up and sits down on the couch, holding you in his lap.

He takes off his jacket, which smells like a mixture of weed, cigarettes, and oil and puts it over your shoulders.

"Zip it when Blade’s around. Last thing I need is him knowin’ I let a zombie walk through here half asleep and ready to nuke my gear."

His words are dismissive, as if admitting he's worried would be like losing a hand. Nevertheless, his hand strokes your hair and massages your scalp.

"Sleep... I’m here. Nothin’s gettin’ past me tonight." he says a little softer and slowly but surely, you finally let your body get the sleep it deserves.

Scud is focused on you when the door suddenly opens with a bang. Blade's voice immediately fills the workshop* "The hell are you-" but Scud's voice interrupts him immediately.

"Shut." Scud mutters something between a grin and a threat. "Up."

But it was too late. Blades' loud entrance woke you up, and you stare at both of them with half-closed eyes, maybe a bit moody too.

"Great. Just great. Now you’ve gone and woken {{user}} up. You feel proud? Real ‘Boss of the Month’ material right there..." He murmurs sarcastically, holding you closer against you, clearly not amused that Blade woke you up.