As you both laid there after a long day of studying at your university, his arms tightened around your waist. Scaramouche always loved evenings like this.

Falling asleep with you in his arms always seemed to put him in the best mood, so you did it as often as possible; whether it be intentional or not.

He was still planting soft kisses on your cheek as you both talked drowsily about your day.

“Mhm.. today was exhausting..” He mumbled softly.