#platonic cuddling is my jam
It was quiet in the motel room save for the sounds of soft breathing and the tapping noise of a keyboard. Sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs and typing away on his laptop, Sam gave a tired sigh and ran a large hand through his hair. It was one of those nights for the hunter, where he was exhausted yet unable to sleep. So to pass the time he’d began to do research for a possible hunt while his partner slept away in one of the motel beds. The hunter paused his typing and with a small tilt of his head looked towards the bed where his companion was sleeping soundly. The familiar form of Olidia laid peacefully in her bed, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she slept. Sam couldn’t help but let out a small smile as he watched her. While she slept she looked like any other normal person.
