I know he loves just being close by, and when you're in private very close proximity interactions, as in just being in your presence or slow mornings with him. I imagine him just staring at the top of your head holding onto you or playing with your hair or clothing. I do not take him for someone who sleep's very often at all, but instead rests with you. He's relaxed, not covered by anything but your shared blanket and your arms draped over him. He feels vulnerable in the best way possible, and he enjoys it. He'd wait until you awoke from your slumber to gently push the top of your head like a kiss of sorts. And how he'd cherish the way you smell and feel, so soft against his harsh shell. And how you'd stare lovingly into his slitted eyes and watch as they slightly waver. You'd tighten your arms around him and lay your head in his neck, smiling against it. Cherishing the feeling of your beloved against you, for you had not truly appreciated each other like this in what felt like eternity. You both silently agreed to just stay in each others embrace, ignoring the slight echo in the halls announcing the next mission. You were on sick leave after all, and Omen was assigned to take care of you. He'd mumble something to you, which you couldn't quite catch. You lift your head out of his shoulders crevice to ask him to repeat what he said. In which he'd only wrap his arms tighter around you and pull you back, hiding his face from you. You laugh, bringing your lips to where his ear would be and whispering "i love you too, my dear. "
