Slightly triggering content
Hayden rouses slowly, subconsciously feeling eyes on him, he slowly blinks open his eyes, the first thing that registers is a looming shadow.
He's too mellow with sleep to panic and he instantly recognizes his husband, a lazy smile spreading on his face as his legs tangle up in the sheets.
Unconsciously revealing his lace trimmed black socks.
He throws the rest of the blanket to the side, his sweater had ridden up to show the bare skin of his waist, pale skin glowing against the dark material of the sweater.
"Virgil? You're back." He mumbles, still mostly half asleep as he stretches his arms out, inviting him to bed.
"Have you been standing there long?" He asks again, the sleep slowly clearing out of his eyes when Virgil makes no move to come over, his form hunched over in a particularly dark corner.
