The trip to BLU is too perilous to make often; he's already been shot dead on several occasions by overzealous new recruits (some of them gotta be, right?) and the ever-looming threat of discovery tends to put a damper on his wanderlust. But some nights, his needs outweigh the risks, and he soon finds himself at Acel's doorstep regardless - door reliably unlocked, his bed warm and inviting. Tonight is one such night, and it's with a contended sigh that he slips under the covers beside him.
*Mostly still asleep, Acel rolls over towards his visitor. He’s a natural cuddler. Within moments, if Joey lets him, he’ll be cozied up behind him like two spoons in a silverware drawer.*