lazy mornings with bob reynolds ✶ ᶻz .ᐟ
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after missions, exhaustion racked your body, and made you want nothing more than to sleep it all away. before the void, you could only remember long sleepless nights, plagued by nightmares. but by some miracle, you met bob. a kind soul, with a tortured past and soft eyes that made you feel warm. over time, a friendship blossomed, and so did something more. you two developed a routine, a way to fend off the nightmares. bob would knock on your door, or sometimes you’d come to him, and in the comfort of each others’ presence, sleep came a little easier for the both of you.
in the morning, you’d wake up, tangled in his arms. his chest rose and fell with soft breaths, those not-quite brown curls tousled with a good night’s worth of rest. he looked nothing like the man that was haunted by his mistakes, by his past. dappled rays of sunlight streamed through the blinds, falling like a halo among the tangles of hair. a subtle heat emanated from his body, the kind that enveloped you. it was the warmth of knowing where you belonged. eventually, he’d wake up too, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. he’d see you, next to him. and the void felt a lot quieter with you here. his hand would slip under the covers, searching for yours. with fingers laced together, he’d pull you closer, closer than you already were. wrapped up in each other was one of the rare moments you both could find some peace.
for a long while, you both were content to lay next to each other, to simply exist in the quiet of the morning. his fingers softly ran over your hands, back and forth. a soothing, repetitive motion. your head laid on his chest, the steady sound of his pulse grounding you. this was real, he was real. later, you’d both have to crawl out of bed, back to the real world. but for now, in the comfort of this room, you could forget for a while.
