Despite all of the statements of not being loved as a child, which had been particularly true, Cardan was just a naturally clingy person who would always worship the ground that you'd walk on. It was the bare minimum to him, actually. It was what you deserved.

That all led him to be on his knees, his eyelids heavy, and arms wrapped securely around you. His clothes were discarded somewhere in the room, but you were a bit more dressed. Cardan couldn't care less.

There was a certain look in his eyes. Longing? Admiration? His onyx, gold flaked eyes looked at your face with all of the above in the midst of his sleepiness.