Rest
Ram sighs, grinning as he stretches. He’s trapped in the best way possible.
Tron is pressed against his back. His arm is wrapped around Ram’s waist, protective, and his face is tucked against the nape of Ram’s neck. It’s easy to feel safe with the monitor wrapped around him. He’s guarded from both sides, with Yori curled against his chest. Her head is tucked beneath Ram’s chin, her hair lovely and loose. He holds her, and her arm is looped across his back, linking with Tron’s.
Affection surges in Ram’s core. It’s nice to see his counterparts so peaceful and relaxed. They’ve more than earned the rest.
[This is nice,] he hums. He receives two muzzy confirmations, their senders still half-asleep. Ram snuggles closer to both of them, sighing contentedly as he rejoins them in sleep mode.
💜💜💜💜