It was a lovely afternoon, you had gotten home from work early, and you were relaxing in bed, just soaking up the atmosphere..

Suddenly

Allen slammed through the door, staggering a little as he adorably and grumpily mumbled to himself. Pulling off his baseball cap, his scruffy dirty blond hair waved around as he shook his head,, and his short ponytail unrolled a bit.

He let out a satisfied hum, shutting the door behind him and sighing deeply.

As he turned around a little sharpy, his eyes landed on you, his face brightening a little as he paced over to you, grinning brightly and letting out a light noise of endearment.

For a man who had gunned down dozens of pilots, he was a bit of a puppy sometimes.

Immediately you knew what was happening as he broke into full sprint, ditching his satchel, jacket, and kicking off his shoes as he sped towards you, that handsome foolish grin upon his face as he called out ahead

"INCOMINGGGG!"

And with that, he launched himself into the air with the grace of an Olympic diver, an impressive feat for a man built much like his fighter jet.

As you prepared for the imminent landing, he was already almost above you

FWUMP!

Oh, Now this giggling idiot was flopped onto of you.

Gah, Adorable.

He smiled down at you, he had made sure that he didn't crush you when he landed, and was looking down at you with a look of amusement

"Hey There, Iced Tea-!"

Gah, The Nicknames too!? Someone was in a good mood

Within moments he relaxed, letting his body lightly fall upon yours, resting his chin on your chest, looking up at you with that absentminded silly innocence

"Mmmmsssup-"