Redhawk Caldera Wilted colors.

Part of Towhee wanted to box him about the ears for throwing away perfectly good food when she definitely needed it. And when Reyes settled down beside her and played it off like they hadn't just had a row, she was tempted to punch him in the face. But both of these urges died a fairly quick death. He really did have some strange power over her and though she wanted to resist, she decided to just give in for once. Life was too fucking short for this shit.

"I'm glad too," Towhee said tiredly, snorting but not responding directly to his comment. She'd most certainly felt her butt cheeks clapping. She said nothing else for a few moments, snuggling against him with the same shamelessness that she'd so forcibly passed gas.

She started to fall asleep against him, her head weighing heavily on his shoulder. "It's not all about me. And it's not about you. It's about us," she murmured muzzily against Reyes's neck, lips twitching at the cheesiness of it. "You're gonna be a good dad, except for the part where you threw food away." Towhee sleepily reached up to nibble at his earlobe, whispering sultrily against it, "What. The. Fuck. Man."