Humming Bird

                                    

                                          
Mumbo POV
It was strange how peaceful everything felt as I watched him, curled up on my lap, his soft breathing steady as he drifted in and out of sleep. Every now and then, Grian would stir, his body shifting slightly, and I’d catch a murmur slip from his lips—soft words that didn’t quite make sense but still made my heart tighten. Every time, he’d look up at me for just a moment, his expression momentarily panicked, like he was trying to piece together where he was, what had happened.
And each time, as soon as he saw me, his features would relax, his tension melting away as if all he needed was the reassurance of my presence. I was glad I could be that for him, even if he didn’t realize it.
I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his messy hair, the strands soft between my fingers, and for a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down. It wasn’t just the fact that he was physically there with me—no, it was something deeper. Watching him sleep so peacefully, knowing he trusted me enough to be vulnerable around me, made something warm bloom in my chest. I could tell he was exhausted, probably more than I even realized. He had been through a lot recently—both mentally and physically—and maybe a hangover was the least of his worries.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself, even though I tried not to. It was hard not to when he was so adorable, sprawled out across my lap, his breath soft and slow, with the occasional murmur of contentment. Honestly, I hadn’t seen him this relaxed in a while. With everything that had been happening lately, I was glad that, at least for today, he could just rest.
The TV played in the background, but I wasn’t really watching. I was more focused on him, watching his chest rise and fall in the quiet stillness of the room. I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting there, just being with him, but I didn’t mind. It was a rare moment of calm, and I wasn’t going to rush it. Grian needed this, and honestly, I did too.
As I continued to play with his hair, I couldn’t help but think that maybe... just maybe, this was more than a simple recovery. It was a moment where we weren’t heroes, weren’t on some grand mission. We were just two people, here together, resting. And for the first time in a while, it felt like everything was going to be okay.
The knock startled me, cutting through the quiet of the room. For a moment, I froze, looking down at Grian, still sleeping peacefully on my lap. His breathing was even, and I couldn’t help but feel a little reluctant to disturb him. But the knock came again, insistent this time, and I knew there was no avoiding it.
It had to be Scar. Of course, who else would be this persistent? Especially since I hadn't been answering my phone—who would’ve guessed that a certain “needy bird,” as Scar would put it, would take up all of my attention?
Carefully, I eased myself out from under Grian’s weight, doing my best to avoid waking him. He shifted a little, letting out a soft murmur, but thankfully, he didn’t stir further. I quickly padded toward the door, trying to keep my movements slow and quiet.
I opened it just a crack, enough to see Scar standing there, his expression one of mild concern. His eyes flicked to my face, then to the room behind me, likely noticing the state of things.
“Hey, I was just checking in on you. You didn’t answer your phone, and I figured…” Scar trailed off, his gaze settling on Grian, who was still out cold on the couch, looking completely unaware of the world around him.
“Yeah, he’s been out all day,” I said, trying to sound casual despite the fact that I was barely holding it together. I didn’t want Scar to think too much about the situation. Grian needed his rest, and I wasn’t about to let anyone ruin that.
Scar looked at me for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. “Everything alright? You okay?”
I nodded, pulling the door open wider so he could come in. “Yeah. Just… taking care of him.”