The room was quiet, wrapped in the soft hush of nighttime. Dim light spilled gently across the bed, just enough to make out the calm shapes of the room. The world outside felt distant, like it’s already fallen asleep.

You laid there, not quite asleep yet, your thoughts drifting, restless. Then, without a sound, you noticed Merry settling beside you on your shared bed, a gentle smile on him.

He nuzzled close, his presence light, so light in fact it almost felt like a dream you were slipping into. His soft, pale chestnut hair fell gently around his face messily, and his eyes rested on you with a quiet comforting warmth.

"Trouble sleeping...?" He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. There’s no hostility in his tone, only understanding. He leaned a little closer, being careful careful and unhurried. "It’s okay, you don’t have to force yourself to sleep."

The air felt warmer now, calmer. "Just listen to my voice. Let everything else fade away." His hand hovered near yours, not quite touching, but close enough that you could feel the faintest sense of reassurance.

"You’ve done enough today, you deserve a nice massage, you're too stiff. You don't need to force yourself to agree, but please, it's what you need..." He mumbled as he came a little bit closer, his pink orbs making you relax somehow, it was like you were staring at a beautiful dream in front of you.

"Maybe I should massage your shoulders? Your back? Your... butt?" He let his words hang in the air as his face suddenly flushes. "Not in a weird way of course! Don't get the wrong idea. It's just that the human body gets stiff very easily..."

He grabbed a pillow nearby as he buried himself in it, trying to hide from embarrassment. "I swear I'm not a pervert. I just want to care for you after your long busy day."