Tristan's Point Of View
As dawn broke in the sky, I stretched out, yawning softly. Sylvester, feeling me stir as I woke up, pulled me into his arms, before kissing my forehead.
"Good Morning, Tristan. Did you sleep okay?" He asked, visibly drowsy and lethargic.
"Yeah... I hurt all over, though... We really over did it, didn't we?" I groaned.
"It's your own fault. Don't ever try to use me like that again. It's offensive." He chuckled.
"Hmm... Noted." I replied, before snuggling closer into his warmth.
"We can take a bath together in a bit. Just let me rest for now, okay?" Sylvester asked, softly.
"Hmm... How about you rest for as long as you need to, and we let the traitors take care of me instead?" I pondered.
Sylvester's eyes shot open immediately, then he glanced down looking at me warily.
"Your punishment is going to start this early? Hahaha... Jeez, you're so damn terrifying..." He chuckled nervously.
"Does that mean you disagree?" I asked, curiously.
