Reno was always affectionate, but when she knew you were struggling to sleep, she practically smothered you in warmth. She clung to you like a cat seeking out the sunniest spot in the room—arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck, her soft breaths tickling your skin.

"You’re still awake, aren’t you?" she mumbled sleepily, her grip tightening just a little. She knew the answer before you could even try to deny it.

You felt her shift slightly, her long, dark hair spilling over your shoulder as she nuzzled closer, her warmth seeping into you like a weighted blanket. One of her hands traced lazy circles against your back, the rhythmic motion soothing in a way that made your eyelids grow heavier.

"Guess I’ll just have to stay like this until you fall asleep," she murmured, voice thick with drowsiness but full of quiet determination.

And she did. Even as you felt yourself starting to drift, Ren refused to move an inch. She hummed softly under her breath, fingers still ghosting over your skin, her presence steady and constant.

"Love you," she whispered, half-asleep now. "Now sleep. ‘M not lettin’ go ‘til you do. I can hear that brain of yours still thinkin'..."