imagine cuddling two-bit in the morning while he's hungover as hell, lazily wrapping his arm around you and mumbling about how much he loves you. he's tired and his head hurts but he still wants to be there for you as much as you are there for him. soft kisses being exchanged throughout the morning, whispering sweet-nothings back and forth and his very hungover brain trying to come up with any sort of joke to make you laugh
from my tumblr :)
