Sunlight poured into the room, blinding BoJack as he opened his eyes, lifting his head from his pillow. He squinted at the sudden brightness. "Ugh..." 'Why is morning always so damn bright? I hate mornings...' Feeling ( Y/N ) turn in bed next to him, he did the same and turned to face them. Still asleep. They always seemed to sleep better than he did. BJ, dawning a sleepy smile, moved closer to them in bed. He wrapped his arms around them. They stirred as he pulled them gently against his chest with a hum. ( Y/N ), half asleep, felt Bojack pull them closer to him. They took a deep breath, breathing in the familiar scent of his room, and his sheets. Of him. Their eyes fluttered open slowly, looking up at him with tired, soft eyes. Bj peeked one eye open, looking down at them with a smirk. "Morning..." His morning voice was still in full effect, the whispered greeting sending slight shivers down their spine. "Mmm... good morning." Mornings like this were rare. Normally ( Y/N ) would go to bed a more... generally acceptable time, whereas Bojack would go to bed whenever he felt like crashing. Mornings like these were their favorites, though. Everything was calm and they were able to just enjoy each other's presence. To forget about everything going on outside this room. The both of them sat like this for a while, only the sounds of their breathing being heard, until ( Y/N ) finally broke the silence. "We should prolly' get up soon... start the day." Their finger traced random patterns across Bojack's skin. He only groaned in response, pulling the comforter over both of them, and holding them tighter. They sighed. It was worth it - to take advantage of this affectionate mood he was in. "You're cute." They planted a kiss on his neck. Bj grunted. "Not cute." He shifted in bed, and pulled ( Y/N ) completely on top of him, pulling the comforter over the both of them. "Less talky... more sleepy." The horse(man) mumbled gruffly. ( Y/N ) just giggled. Bojack could say he wasn't cute all he wanted, but that was adorable.

“Bojack...?" ( Y/N ) grumbled sleepily, their eyes adjusting to the dark room as they sat up. "No - shit - just... go back to..." The horse(man) tripped over something in the dark, landing face first onto ( Y/N )'s bed. "...sleep." Bj mumbled, barely audibly, into their cushy mattress. Even if it weren't for his clumsiness coming in, they could've told you he was drunk. ( Y/N ) reached over to turn on their bedside lamp, squinting at the now dimly lit room. "That doesn't sound like sleeping..." He sat up and looked over, squinting at them. "...it doesn't look like sleeping either. Why are you staring at me ?" ( Y/N ) couldn't help but chuckle at his drunk self, flipping the covers off of them, and sliding off of the bed. "You're not sleeping in my bed smelling like that, Mr. Horseman." This was a weekly occurrence at this point. At least once, if not more, Bojack would show up wasted and ( Y/N ) would feel the need to help clean him up. Whenever he spiraled, or found himself back at rock bottom, they always had their door unlocked for him. And, like clockwork almost, he always showed up. Groaning, Bj rolled over, facing their ceiling with squinted eyes. He glanced to the end of the bed and raised a brow. "Help?" ( Y/N ) just rolled their eyes. "Come on, big guy." They reached out and took his hands, helping the large male up off their bed. "Are you saying I'm fat ?" He wobbled a bit on his feet before gaining his balance again. "I'm saying you're large." ( Y/N ) had already started walking away as they spoke. "You're 6'7!" They sat down on the edge of their bathtub. "Shower or bath?" Bojack struggled to get his clothes off, all the while stumbling his way half-clothed to the bathroom. "Shower." He finally succeeded in removing his pants - somehow managing to trip over in the process, landing in front of ( Y/N ) on the bathroom floor. "Ow." "You good?" "I'm fine - my pride, however, may never be the same." While they had been waiting, they had started the shower already - Bojack laid on the floor, completely distracted by watching them undress. He didn't even realize what he was doing, until they snapped him out of his daze. "Bj !" "Huh - ? Oh." Finally, as if nothing had happened, he stood, and drunkenly stepped into their shower.