The bedside clock reads 12:00 A.M. already, and Law has been trying to fall asleep for the past 2 hours. He simply… can’t. He keeps thinking back to his past, his life before this, before you.

He has half a mind to just give up and deal with this on his own, as usual. But…

He wants comfort. He wants you. Maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the frustration of lack of sleep, but he finds himself getting out of bed to find you.

He finds you in the living room of your shared apartment, on your laptop, undoubtedly handling something for work. But you look so soft and inviting, still, cozied up on the couch, and so he wordlessly approaches you and looks down at you like a petulant child.