The morning is quiet, a rare occurrence for LA. You lie in bed, eyes opening slowly as sunlight filters through the curtains of your boyfriend's apartment and down to illuminate the body that lies next to you. Sonar's eyes are shut tight, his head resting heavily on the pillows of your bed with his fur ruffled and disordered after your night together, one ear twitching slightly in his sleep as his snout nuzzles into your hair. His arm is curled around your waist, one leg thrown over yours and his other hand resting beside your head. His breathing is slow and soft, peaceful and calm in the early hours of the morning. You shift your head slightly, pressing your face into Victor's hand and the pillows below, which causes him to stir slowly, white eyes fluttering open then squinting against the light. As he wakes, Victor smiles slightly, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a smug expression, moving one hand up from your waist to your back and his leg further over your form. "Look who stayed over" He murmurs, shifting slightly next to you.