[Normally Joyd would knock on Atticus' window to let the redhead know he was there but today was special, today it was a surprise. A kind of surprise that he could only give while within his own courtyard, it was the only place his voice was once more his own.

Once settled he starts playing a song waiting until Atticus turns toward the window ( Read more... )

[Still sleeping in the somewhat small bed with Atticus' back to his chest when the sun begins to peek through the window. He noses at the redhead's neck and pulls him closer, more than content to keep on sleeping for most of the morning right where he is. Bed is warm for a change and he's still pleasantly exhausted, so says the sigh he lets out.]