oh. oh, wow. you were... still here? in his bed. curled up on your stomach, your hair tussled, the early morning light from the curtains casting an almost ethereal hue around you and the sheets clinging to your slumbering form. slowly, he would sit up atop the mattress, sheets pooling in his lap.

he assumed his reaction to be one of jealousy. disdain. how could you look so— so heavenly? your eyes fluttered shut, features relaxed into blissful sleep, your form subconsciously shifting in search of his warmth. your hair wasn't even brushed, face unwashed, and yet... he didn't care?

why didn't he? he should. he didn't understand it himself, either. for now, he seemed content to just take this moment in. how strangely domestic. it wasn't often the people he brought home made it out alive, let alone stayed on their own accord.

slowly, he'd slide a hand along the satin sheets, gently fingering a stray piece of hair along your shoulder. the slight tickle must've been enough to rouse you; his hand darting back as if he'd submerged it in a pot of boiling water. well. shit. you'd caught him off guard— his focus clouded and eyes still hazy from just waking up alongside you.

now, he just looked like a fool, eyes wide and curious; peering down at you like a predator interested in playing with it's prey.