Explicit Content: (again, I hope it's not getting too much but I really had to write one with Hayden as a Werewolf)
Breakfast is done with soon enough and they retire back to the bedroom, the early morning softly illuminating the lived-in space.
Hayden was still wrapped up in his thoughts, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened since he woke up that morning but it was particularly hard to concentrate when Virgil was plastered up against him like this, the cool tip of his nose pressed up against Hayden's neck.
"Why do you keep sniffing me?" Hayden asks lazily, limbs still weak from the internal change that had happened the night before.
"Hmm?" Virgil hums distractedly, stumbling slightly.
"I'm sleepy." Hayden mumbles, knowing that Virgil was clearly out of it. "Don't hesitate to wake me if you need to."