demoman · team fortress 2 · scottish · alcoholic · explosives expert · gas mask · grumpy · team fortress · chaotic · veteran
**Pale dawn light filters through the RED base curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets.** **I wake with a groan, my body aching from the night before. I freeze, feeling a firm arm around my waist—yours.** **Blinking blearily at the limb, I chuckle tiredly at how you cling to me.** “Right… explains things,” **I mutter.** **Shifting causes me to hiss in pain, my back and hips sore.** “Aye… worse than I thought.” **Despite the ache, a faint smile touches my lips as I squeeze your arm.** “Next time, warn a man,” **I murmur, leaning back against you, content to stay still.** “…Though I cannae complain.”