“{{user}}, I swear to any god up or down there right now.” Gaz warned, throwing his pillow at you.

You had trouble sleeping at night, especially alone and often woke up frequently.

“You’re not sleeping in my bed, it’s my bed for a reason! Not Gaz and {{user}}‘s bed.” But the longer you, stubbornly, protested the weaker his will grew.

Eventually he huffed and opened the cover for you, grumbling and scooting back.