Spot had come to Manhattan to see Storm. Sure he was expecting him, but she didn't know what he had planned.
Spot took her to the roof of the Brooklyn Lodging House to go stargazing. Storm was in awe of all the stars above.
It had gotten cold on a summer evening and Storm snuggled in close. Somehow falling asleep to the beat of Spot's heartbeat.
Spot looked at Storm's sleeping figure and smiled, 'she's somethin'.' He stroked her hair gently as not to wake her he chuckled under his breath, 'it's a rat's nest.' But he smiled all the same
Just before he himself drifted to sleep, he kissed her forehead lightly, "Is breá liom tú Storm." He muttered and drifted to sleep.
A/N: sleepy drabble