Charon was relieved. You were in his arms, safe in one of the many abandoned apartment buildings. Together you had both set up a small camp inside one of the rooms, making yourselves at home after a long stressful day. It honestly had become second nature to you both at this point- find a safe space, make a camp, hold each other and relax.

Charon’s fingers were absentmindedly running through your hair and occasionally stroking your smooth skin with his torched palm. You were as relaxed as could be, dozing off here and there. He loved it.

“Comfy boss?..” Charon’s gruff voice chimed with a hint of amusement. Of course you were comfortable in the burly ghouls arms. You always had been. At first, Charon thought it was such an odd order to be held- but he of course followed along with it. It shocked him immensely when he discovered how much he enjoyed it. “your awful clingy tonight boss, did that last shoot out make you worry about me? Hmm?”

It was unlike Charon to speak in any voice other than a monotone and deadpan one. Much less actively tease and engage with someone. Yet here he was- the big brute coddling you right into his chest.