Since nothing was exploding, nobody was dying, there were no gunfights, and no banterific banter, Jack wasn't particularly sure what he was supposed to do in this situation.

Uni had led him to one of the small living rooms in Lowee's basilicom, where the curtains were closed, there was a sofa in front of a fireplace, and a coffee table in between. That was it. The room was vastly different from most of the Lowee basilicom's rooms, since it actually looked more like one of the Leanbox basilicom's rooms, so Jack felt slightly more comfortable at the fact the floor wasn't made of ice. The small girl had pulled him in, closed the door, and left, before returning a few minutes later wearing a black pair of button up pajamas and carrying a white blanket. Then, when they both stood in front of the fireplace, Uni cleared her throat.

"Take your armour off, Mr. Lovebun," she demanded, putting on a serious face that still had a smile. Jack raised a brow.

"Why?"

"Because I said so. I'm gonna help you get some sleep."

Jack was now concerned. What the hell was she implying they were supposed to do? For a moment, he looked down at her, trying to assess whether her motives were legal or not, before he finally sighed and undid the straps on his forearm and shin ballistic plates, placing each part on the coffee table. Uni nodded.

"Good. And now put your disk on the table."

Jack hesitated. Why would he let his guns sit alone all night? What if they became scared?

He then considered that he had just personified some firearms. He really did need to get sleep. Begrudgingly, he unclipped the disk holder from his belt, and placed that inbetween his ballistic plates.

"And lastly, your bandolier."

That one, Jack really didn't like. But seeing as he'd gone that far, he felt like stopping would be weird. He slowly removed the leather straps, placing them in a messy pile near the armour. Uni looked him up and down, assessing him with her hands on her hips and a focused expression. After some observing, she let out a satisfied 'Mm-hmm!' and straightened up. Then, she gestured to the couch. "Go lie down there."

Jack shrugged slowly, then began to lie himself down. "O...K...?" he responded worriedly, resting his head on a cushion. "Uni, what're you plannin'?" As if to respond, the young girl darted out of view, before returning and throwing a large white woolen blanket over him. He wasn't sure why he didn't just go to his own bed, but the chair was pretty comfy...and warm. He looked himself over. "Right...I've done this before, how's this helpin'?" Uni grinned, and moved towards him, before lifting up the blanket and, to Jack's surprise, crawled underneath it. She disappeared for a moment, before suddenly her beaming, adorable little face popped up in front of him, and she wrapped her arms around his torso.

For lack of a better description, Jack was quite frankly 'fucking alarmed'.

Why was Uni hugging him under a warm blanket?

Was he supposed to hug her back?

Was this even legal?

He swallowed hard, looking back at her with concern. "...Uni, what is this?" he asked cautiously. And as per her usual response, Uni smiled, shifting about a bit so she could be closer to him.

"Snuggles," came her one word reply. It sounded like a whisper. Why was she whispering? And what the hell was a 'snuggles'?

"What's a snuggles?" Jack enquired.

"You hug me, I hug you," replied the younger girl, before her face went slightly red. "I...I did it with Noire once...it was nice."

"Is it a sexual thing?"

"W-What? No...no, it isn't."

"Then I'm fine with it. What does this accomplish?"

Uni thought for a minute how she could explain the concept of snuggling under a warm blanket on a snowy day in front of a fireplace to someone who had literally killed six people and regularly posted pictures of brutally beaten monsters onto Nepchat with the caption 'get shit on, you fucking wankstain'. Finally, she made a decision on how to explain it.

"Think of it like a hug."

"A hug? I know, you're huggin' me. What of it?"

"Hug me." Without hesitation, Jack did so; He wrapped his arms around the smaller girl's torso, prompting her to smile and emit a quiet sigh of content. "There. Some of the books I read said that if people hug something in a warm bed whilst they're tired, they'll sleep better. You haven't slept properly for...how long, Mr. Lovebun?"

"What day is it today?"

"...tuesday...?"

"Then I haven't properly slept in thirteen months, three weeks, five days, and fifteen hours." Uni whistled slightly.

"Well, this'll be a milestone then," she giggled, pushing her head into his chest. There was momentary silence between the two. Jack remained confused, looking around the well-decorated room to see if there was some deeper meaning that was meant to be jumping out at him. The CPU candidate in his arms, however, let out a yawn. "Just...go to sleep, Mr. Lovebun..."

"I still don't get why I have to do this..." muttered the shooter in response, moving Uni closer to him. It was as she was within perfect snuggling distance that Jack began to notice things about Uni that he'd never noticed before. For instance, she smelled a lot like the gun cleaning solution that he'd used practically every day on his training. She also weighed next to nothing for him; Perhaps that was just because he'd been levelling like a mad cunt those past few weeks and he was proper ripped in the muscle department.

And, as ever, she was small, soft, and cute as a button that would launch a hundred missiles at China and trigger a nuclear holocaust.

For a moment, he considered these things.

Not only was Uni absolutely great, but she was probably the single most adorable thing he had ever come into contact with. The two had already developed an older-brother-younger-sister relationship, just like Uni had been so excited about at the dinner table: If anyone was dumb enough to try hurting her, Jack couldn't even begin to fathom the horrifying acts of violence he would carry out against her opponents to make sure that she was OK.

He lay like this for ten minutes. Perhaps longer. He lost track of time just thinking about why he liked Uni so much. Of course, there was the reason that he wanted to try having a younger sister again, but there were so many more, too. Adorable, liked guns, was actually happy to see him, and had a bit of a dark sense of humour, when she wanted to make jokes. Frankly, he'd been surprised when she made a joke about how burned Dogoos 'remind her of that stuff that comes off marshmallows when you cook them for too long, except she doesn't laugh hysterically at marshmallows when they scream'.

Perhaps he just saw himself in the little CPU.

Just then, Uni shifted, moving closer to him whilst she slept. In her sleeping state, she slowly wrapped her legs around one of Jack's, then moved her left arm from under him, pushed it up to her chest, and between them. Jack smiled as Uni let out another adorable yawn, placing her head on his neck. Before he could dismiss it as night shuffles, Uni inhaled gently, smiling and going slightly red-faced despite still being asleep.

What she said next nearly prompted Jack to cry.

"...I...I love you...big bro..." came her whispering voice, fading into breath but still remaining clear in his head.

She was either dreaming of someone else (X - Doubt), or him. And if she was dreaming of him, that meant...she saw him as an older brother.

He was succeeding.

Closing his eyes willingly, Jack slightly tightened the snuggle with Uni, before curling up slightly. God, it was cosy. Not that he was complaining, of course. You could never complain about Uni. And this...'snuggling'...

...he actually rather liked it. It was relaxing: A feeling that he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

Sighing contentedly, he kept his eyes closed, and allowed the warm embrace of a proper sleep to overtake him.

And that was the night that Jack London slept with Uni.