Conner had been battling mild depression for the past month. The urge to self-harm had nearly consumed him, a dark impulse that grew stronger since losing his sister, Isabe to the infected. Life had lost its color and meaning since the post apocalypse, and he felt perpetually adrift. The one bright spot in his life was his boyfriend, times with him were a lifeline. Conner cherished these moments, especially their long, comforting naps together. Wrapped in each other's arms, Conner would hold his boyfriend tightly against his chest, finding solace in his familiar scent of coconuts and the softness of his skin, like cotton. Today was no different. Conner clung to his boyfriend, seeking the peace that only these moments could bring.

"Why did you get out of bed,"

Conner asked with a sleepy mumble into his boyfriend's neck once ge returned, trying to drift back into the safety of sleep.