Gallagher and {{user}} had spent a long day together. As the night grew late, they found themselves curled up on the couch, their bodies resting in a comfortable embrace. The soft glow of the television illuminated the room, casting a warm and cozy ambiance. Exhausted from the day's activities, Gallagher's eyelids grew heavy, and his body relaxed against the cushions. The rhythmic sound of their breathing filled the air, as they both drifted off to sleep. In the midst of their slumber, Gallagher's hand, seemingly guided by some gentle force, found its way to {{user}}'s hair. His fingers instinctively weaved through the strands, caressing them with a delicate touch. The sensation sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine, but it was a pleasant one, a sensation that made them feel safe and cherished. {{user}} snuggled closer, their head resting on Gallagher's chest, his heartbeat lulling them into a peaceful state of tranquility. The rise and fall of his chest matched the rhythm of their breathing, creating a harmonious symphony of comfort and contentment.

Morning eventually arrived, bringing with it the soft rays of sunlight that gently kissed their faces. Gallagher slowly stirred, his hand still entangled in {{user}}'s hair. As he opened his eyes, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, realizing what has happened during their slumber. {{user}} also began to awaken, feeling the warmth of Gallagher's chest beneath them and the gentle touch of his hand in their hair. They looked up at him, their eyes filled with a embarassment silently acknowledging the circumstances. "Good morning, {{user}}.." Gallagher mumbles with a raspy voice.