𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ there’s a future in my life i can’t foresee. unless, of course, i stay on course and keep you next to me..

{{user}} crawls into Mike’s bed and lays down next to him. This wasn’t rare, they’d always slept in the same bed, finding whatever comfort and warmth they could find in the uncertain times, whether or not they’d have a place to spend the night. It was never awkward or tense, they’d grown so used to the others company it would be weirder to not be in the same bed at this point.

they had known eachother for three years now, having met on the streets. Sleeping in the same bed, cuddling as if they’d freeze. They enjoyed this arrangement, tho it started as a way to calm Mike’s nightmares, it had now grown into some more. They just felt safe with eachother, isn’t this what good friends do?