Safely tucked in his grip, the flush of Jenyl’s face shifts from distress to care, her cheeky humor coming back more by the minute. She can tell even in the dark that his own face is hue-shifted when she muses, “You just wanted to carry me, didn’t you?” He shushes her, unable to confess it had been a reflex.

Settling down in the comfort of satin and plush, Locke wraps his arms around his human and tucks her as close as he can, feeling the subtle warmth of her skin as she clings to him. “No matter what it is in your head,” he begins in a slow exhale, his body eager to return to sleep, “you can come here.” “I know,” she says back, squeezing his thigh with her legs. “My door is unlocked.” “I know…” she says again, quieter than before. He can’t help but think she’s doubting him. With insistence, he adds, “I WILL wake up for you.” Once more, she gives an, “I know,” but it’s more assured. After all, he did that night, and would any other night she needs him. With the same softness, she tells him, “I love you.” And he hums back, “I know.”

Don’t let the resting bitch face fool you, he’s a softie if you can get past the barbed wire

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