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He awoke, jolting to conciousness as morning shone through the window. Spy felt a firm grasp around her waist, holding tight. Who? Oh. Pyro. This wasn't the first time, and it certainly wasn't the last. The door was left unlocked again, open invitation to let them in. Spy says again, as if the door wasn't unlocked specifically for Pyro.
They were fast asleep, holding Spy close like a plushie. She didn't move terribly much, just enough to face Pyro. His eyes were level with their neck, and he wasted no time in settling in closer. There was nowhere to go this morning, nothing to do. Might as well indulge in their warmth. She didn't seek anything more from the moment, and knows Pyro doesn't either. Even as they begin to stirr, they grip tighter.
The dark lenses of the mask don't give much indication, but the slow movements gave it away. "Good morning, Allume-feu." She cooes, wrapping her legs around Pyro. They hum, a low rumble only heard from the proximity to their chest. Good morning. Spy squeezes a hand out from Pyro's grip, to adjust the hood on their onesie. A happy chirp is given in response, as they move to adjust the silk of Spy's robes. Pyro never seemed to fully let go, either.
It was nice, anyways. He was always cold, Pyro was always warm. Sometimes, he wondered if these cuddles grounded them, too. Keeping the mind from wandering to previous experiences was for the best. There's only so much she can take, before pain settles around her neck again. It's not pleasant. A firm tug drags Spy from her thoughts. Pyro fusses with the robe's furred edges, smoothing the fabric out. They know how much he dislikes wrinkles in his clothes.
Spy puts his hand over theirs. "It's alright, just hold me. I would like that." Pyro obliges, crushing her with the strength of the embrace. She bites back a gasp, not wanting them to feel like they held too tight. It was perfect. Feeling his ribcage creak as he breathed felt heavenly, a reminder. A reminder that his head was still attached. Any reminder like that was something to be held close. Speaking of, he wrapped his arms tight around Pyro. "Much appreciated."
A giddy hip wiggle was given in response, and a gentle headbutt. They both knew the moment wouldn't last, Spy would eventually have to get up to clean something. Pyro was one of the few team members who noticed that. He liked a tidy base, he liked when things were clean, he liked making sure the team was taken care of. She didn't ask for recognition, even denied it when asked. It was a little confusing to Pyro, but when was Spy not secretive about every little thing?
Even down to the calendar in Spy's room, the only indicators of things like birthdays were the smallest of dashes next to dates. It's how they found out when his birthday was. April 9th. It was the only birthday there that Pyro didn't recognize. It made sense, Spy was always in good spirits every April. Not just because it was Scout's birthday, but that was part of it. The day Pyro mentioned it, he froze. He said not to worry about it, not to celebrate it. "I don't want a cake," was what she said.
Despite their less than present mind, they knew more about Spy than anyone else on base. Maybe even more than Ms. Pauling. They paid attention, knew even obscure things like his favorite playing cards. The king of diamonds and the king of hearts. It would scare Spy more, if they weren't so... Open? In their own ways.
Maybe it was the fact that he had no plan to kill Pyro. Love with the power to change who you are, for better or worse. It was horrifying, every time. A level of connection she was so used to pushing away, always ending in pain. It was like standing at Pyro's door, but knocking on the door was a whole other story. Knocking on that door meant answering to the writhing dread. Are you ready to accept the change this love will bring?
There was a sudden motion that jerked Spy from her thoughts. Pyro had sat up, bringing him with. "Hungry?" He asks, smiling softly. Without a word, they jump up out of bed. That's all the confirmation necessary. One day, Spy would knock on that door.