Matt has had a restless day, as usual, and came to you for comfort. you love his sleepy cuteness, the way he just wants to hold you and struggles to keep his eyes open, the way his eyes hang hazy and low.

right now, he's in your arms, cuddled to your chest while his large hand traces comforting patterns on your back. his eyes look up at you, filled with a sleepy haze and awe, the type of look that always flustered you when you saw it.

"why're you looking at me like that?" you murmur, your cheeks dusting a soft pink as your stomach starts to feel all fluttery inside.

"You're just.. you're so pretty." Matt replies, a soft smile forming on his lips as he sleepily pulls you closer.