@rileysnipes || Continued
Spencer walked in with Heimdall, fully intending on stretching out and taking over the couch as usual. He wanted to read, and he didn’t want to be in his own room. He stopped when he saw Riley on the couch though, and sighed softly as he approached the sofa.
“Babe,” Spencer whispered. He moved around behind the couch to pick up the spare blankets, draping one over the sniper. “You wanna share with me?”











