You didn’t think that Bob would be such a cuddler, yet here you are. He clings to you like a koala, arms around your waist and his chin tucked into your shoulder.

His chest is pressed to your back, the steady thump, thump of his heartbeat echoing in your spine.

He’s finally home for a longer break—a bit of reprieve after the last mission, one he still insists on keeping the details of hidden. He doesn’t want you to know the dangers that he flies through, and you’re okay with that, so long as he comes home safe at the end of it.

It seems like everything has turned in your favor with him coming home.

When the two of you woke up earlier this morning, it had been raining, a sure sign that today was going to be spent comfortably indoors. Neither of you had even gotten out of bed, he just pulled you in closer against him and clung to you like you’d float away otherwise.