#pat writs

"Hmph." The mumble was barely audible, much quieter than the sound the bed had made under the weight of an additional person laying down on it. For a moment he already got upset because it felt as though the blanket was being pulled away from him as the person next to him also covered himself with it, but thankfully that didn't happen. Then a slightly cold arm snuck around his waist and warm breath began caressing his face in a steady rhythm as five fingers tiredly were run through his hair. He let himself relax even further than he had been before George had arrived and let out a content sound that could only be described as a deep purr. He dragged up his heavy arm and placed it over George's waist, holding him steady by the middle of his back. Bob found himself drifting off and, in his last moments of wakefulness, managed to lean forward and press the lightest of kisses to George's chin. Then he fell asleep, while George couldn't stifle a yarn anymore and submitted to sleep, as well.