He dozed off again.
You smile and curl up next to him. Your hand holding his and your legs tangling with his. You tagged it as '#affecti9n' and '#cuddling', your free arm wrapped around around his waist.
He always listened to you no matter how much the others mocked you and ignored you. He strained his conscious in order to stay with you as long as possible in dream bubbles. He would pass out while holding you, which made your bloodpump pound, even if it had been still for so stood up for you and blatantly showed his caring when he got mad. Then he would get embarrassed and drag you out of the room.
He would hold you against a wall and silence your apologies as he basically screamed his love for you in your face. He made your face heat up and your stomach feel twisted.
He then would kiss you and hold you until you melted into it. Then he would pull away, his face just as red as your's.
It was all routine for both of you.
But, every single time felt like it was the first.
He still made your throat tighten and your fingers tremble.
He made you feel more flushed than you ever had been in your entire life and death.
You glanced at him, peacefully asleep.
Sooner or later, he would disappear as his living body woke up and you would be alone again, waiting patiently for him to come back and everything starting over again.
However, for the moment you could hold him and let him sleep.