Davy opened his eyes, taking a few moments to adjust his vision. He looked at the man sleeping beside him as the dim room became clearer. He couldn't help but smile, his hand reaching out to touch the man's straight nose. The man didn't even flinch, still, sound asleep.
Draven's sleeping face was much gentler than when he was awake, and he giggled quietly. His fingers traced Draven's jaw, his eyes smiling. One would never guess from his delicate appearance how loud and annoying he could be at times.
Nonetheless, between the playful Draven and the one he saw earlier, Davy would choose the former without hesitation. That was how he was. Davy admired Draven's talkativeness and his ability to keep the situation lively. Being with Draven was, as he always said, comfortable and relaxing.
