He looked down at Metal fast asleep against his chest. He looked years younger in his sleep.
Sometimes it happened that they got lucky on the Gucci deployments or on spin ups in big cities. Like right this second.
They were staying at this tiny family owned hotel, the team was split into double rooms. And thanks to either luck or Jason having a say in who shared rooms, they had ended up sharing the same room.
He let one hand travel up to brush some of Metal's hair away from his forehead. He was about due for a haircut unless he wanted to try longer hair for once.
Trent almost laughed at the thought.
Metal pulled himself closer to him in his sleep, and rubbed his face against Trent's chest.
He knew he would be a happy man, as long as he was able to wake up to his best friend and boyfriend just like this.