Room 407, Monday morning
Bright morning sunlight shone through the window of Room 407, warming the two figures still snuggled together in the sheets of Sky Tate's bed.
Of course, even without the sun, they were plenty warm holding each other close.
"Mmmrrrgh," Sky mumbled, shifting so that he was more comfortable, feeling even warmer with happiness when he saw that no, he wasn't dreaming, that Troy was still home, still here in the bed, still in his arms.
[For the bed's other occupant. Going to turn NWS PDQ.]
Of course, even without the sun, they were plenty warm holding each other close.
"Mmmrrrgh," Sky mumbled, shifting so that he was more comfortable, feeling even warmer with happiness when he saw that no, he wasn't dreaming, that Troy was still home, still here in the bed, still in his arms.
[For the bed's other occupant. Going to turn NWS PDQ.]