“lay with me.” he murmured, pulling the blanket up to his chest. he was in a mood, this was apparently normal with his treatment. but even then. “please, baby? i just… i want you to hold me.” he murmured, barely being able to keep his eyes open.
“you know you don’t have to ask,” kendra says. she sighs as she kicks her shoes off, crawling into the sheets beside him and wraps her arms around his waist. “get some sleep,” she mumbles into his chest as she drew small, imaginary swirlies on it.














