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PAIRING -> Christopher Smith x Gn!reader

SUMMARY -> Comforting him after a very, very long night.

I enjoyed writing this 😛

The two of you were sat on his bed. You had a wet cloth in your hand, patting gently around the cuts to clean off the dried blood. Your other hand held the side of his face, making sure he was still. Chris was quiet, surprisingly. Just letting you do what you needed to do while he looked at you the whole time. Though when you accidentally grazed a harsh gash, his eyes closed for a moment as he winced. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you whispered. He hummed in response.

Once you were done patching him up, you got in the shower. Scrubbing your body to get rid off all the dirt, blood, sweat and whatever else was on you. You were in there for quite a while, taking your sweet time and making sure you got everything. After about five more minutes you decided you were good. Reaching, you shut off the water and proceeded to get out. Water dripped and soaked into the mat beneath your feet. It came to a stop when you started to dry yourself off with a towel. Halfway through, the door to the bathroom opened. You didn’t really react, knowing that the only person in the place was Chris. Or at least you hoped so.

Anyway, Chris walked in, shutting the door behind him then stopping to stare at you. Admiring you for a bit before continuing on. As you were about to walk by him he stopped you. “Can you stay in here with me?” The events that happened a few hours ago must’ve taken a toll on him by a lot. He seemed a bit down, you couldn’t blame him. “You don’t have to get back in the shower or anything.” He reassured.

“Yeah, just give me a moment to get dressed.” You answered, starting to move your feet toward the door. As you put on clothes Chris got into the shower. And within a few minutes you were back into the bathroom finding a place for you to sit as he washed up.

You decided to sit on the toilet seat with the lid closed. It was silent at first, then as a few seconds went by one of you started up a conversation. The two of you talked, and talked, and talked as he showered. Time seemed to fly by and soon he was almost done. Chris wasn’t really in the mood for jokes or any of his usual remarks, only wanting to get this shower over with and lay in bed with you. Which ended up happening. The moment he got out, dried himself off, and got dressed, he followed you like a lost puppy to bed. You both agreed on a movie, then got under the blankets, intertwined or curled up next to each other in some way. You’d press kisses to the areas of his face you could reach, murmur positive things into his ear, and cuddle him till the both of you fell asleep.