It was an average day after a mission...

Except you and Roach were nowhere to be seen. You were cuddling in a cupboard in the kitchen. Roach had his arms wrapped around you as you slept, leaning your head back against his chest.

That's one thing people on the 141 didn't seem to understand. Cuddles didn't always mean intimacy. Sometimes you just cuddled with him for comfort. In fact, you always cuddled for only comfort. He did the same. No matter who you were around, you always seemed to be teased for it.

Roach used you for emotional support, and you did the same. Currently, you had your masks off, hugging each other as you sat in his lap. He nuzzled his face in your neck.

It was a quiet social battery recharge. Just how you liked it.