A Moment's Comfort
Witch Hunter Robin is the property of Sunrise and Bandai.
He didn't know what possessed him that night, what had led him to pull the sleeping Robin against him. Perhaps it had been the way her thin frame visibly shivered in the chill of the apartment. However, he could have simply covered her with the blanket Robin insisted on leaving in the living room for such purposes. Perhaps it was simply that he knew, somehow, instinctively, that Robin always seemed more comfortable when she was closer to him, be it by merely closing a gap of inches or a much wider one caused by their personalities.
He wasn't sure why he did it, but once he had pulled her to him, he couldn't consider letting her go. One arm wrapped around her tightly, the other resting lightly on the cushion beside him. He simply leaned back against the sofa, feeling Robin's heart beating, hearing her slight inhalations, and noting the slight tickling sensation whenever she shifted slightly against him. As the time passed, he found himself becoming drowsy.
Rather than disturb his sleeping ward by moving, he leaned his head against the sofa's back. The drowsier he grew, the lower his head dipped. Finally, his chip dipped until it touched Robin's own head. It was a strange sensation, this lazy comfort he felt as his eyes closed. He didn't take time to ponder it as he lost his grip on consciousness entirely, unconsciously pulling Robin even closer to him as he did so.