"Jeff..." I felt my heart beat faster.

"It's alright if you don't feel like that." He mumbled.

I got off of him and sat up, making eye contact with him.

I don't know how to respond to that!!

I obviously feel the same way but that doesn't mean it's the right thing to tell him.

If I admit I have feelings for him, what could happen?

Obviously my life is already drastically different from how it was before he was introduced, but how much more could he change?

There isn't really anyone in my life besides him.

I was kind of all alone before he decided to put a knife to my throat.

Should I just admit it?

I mean, just because I say I have feelings for him doesn't mean we'll get together or anything, right?

God dammit why is everything so complicated when it comes to him?

I guess I'll just go for it.

"I feel the same way." I said, looking away.

"You do?!" His eyes seemed to light up.

God damn that was so cute.

I nodded, still not looking at him.

He laughed a bit before engulfing me in a hug, pulling me to him.

I gasped from surprise before wrapping my arms around him.

"You don't know how happy that made me." He mumbled into my neck.

I smiled and stroked the back of his head.

"Jeff, you do realize this is crazy, right?" I chuckled.

"Yeah, but that's fine because we're both crazy too." He gave me a squeeze.

"That's all you. I'm not crazy." I insisted.

"Sure, babe." He buried his face further into the crook of my neck.

"Hey I'm kind of tired, do you think we could take a nap?" He asked, finally letting go of me.

I sighed and smiled at him.

"Sure." I said.

He grabbed my waist and laid down, taking me down with him.

I nuzzled my face into his chest, feeling the fabric of his hoodie against my cheek.

He wrapped one arm around my waist, while the other was under my neck.

I quickly found myself falling asleep, his warmth making me realize just how tired I really was.

We both fell asleep, just enjoying each others company.

———

When I woke up, it was the next morning.

Damn we slept for a long time.

I wonder how many missed calls I have from work.

Probably at least 5.

Yep, my money is on 5.

I noticed Jeff was still asleep, a light snore coming from him.

He's so cute.

Even if he's deformed.

The emo look really works for him.

I would hope it did, anyways, since he's kind of stuck with that look forever.

I tried to pry myself out of his arms, but he wasn't having it.

His grip only tightened, making me wheeze.

I'm gonna have to wake him up, aren't I?

Well, sorry Jeff.

I lightly smacked his arm, feeling him shift in his sleep.

He moved and rested his head on my shoulder, trapping me even more.

I smacked his arm harder, seeing a red mark beginning to form.

"Jeff, wake the fuck up." I said.

I heard him groan, letting me know he was awake, but didn't want to get up.

"I have to pee." I whined.

"Just pee here, then." He mumbled, his voice sounding sleepy.

"I'm not pissing in my pants. Let me go." I ordered.

"Fine. But will you come back when you're done?" He asked.

"Maybe." I said.

"Pleaaassseeee?" He begged.

"Fine. Just let me go." I rolled my eyes.

He finally released me, making me scurry to the bathroom.

Once I was done, I fulfilled my promise and went back to him, cuddling with him for a few more hours.

———

Jeff ended up falling asleep again, while I sat on my phone, watching YouTube.

After a bit, I got bored.

I had a much easier time getting Jeff off of me this time around.

I stood up and stretched, yawning as I did so.

Maybe I should call Julie?

I need to know if I still have a job or not.

It's noon, I should be at work.

I grabbed my phone and called the station, hearing Julies voice fill my ears.

"(Y/N)!! What the hell happened out there?!" She nearly yelled.

"Let's just say I'm considering another career option. Or at least a station transfer." I chuckled.

"What?! You can't do that to me!" She gasped.

"You know I can't stand the people there. And you could come with me!" I offered.

"Ugh, you're such a pain. I'm sure it'll be fine. And besides, some of the ladies that work here are totally my type." She giggled.

"Anyone that uses she/her pronouns is your type." I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up." She chuckled.

"Anyways, I just called to ask what happened when the captain got back. Did he say anything?" I asked.

"Nope. He seemed pretty normal to me. Michael on the other hand..." She trailed off.

"Oh god, what did he say." I sighed.

"He asked me what I knew about your case."