[ Locus does not often sleep soundly. It's something a surprise when his eyes flash open and see the light of day filtering through the window, having slept through the night untroubled for the first time in...well, years.
He quickly tenses, however, when he notes that this is not his bed. Brief confusion clouds his thoughts as he rakes his gaze over the room before he notes a pair of arms around his waist, warm and heavy.
Morning After - Action
He quickly tenses, however, when he notes that this is not his bed. Brief confusion clouds his thoughts as he rakes his gaze over the room before he notes a pair of arms around his waist, warm and heavy.
Oh.
So that...that had been real, after all. ]