tolerance is his love language

Though Hattori did not mind the rain too much, even with the canopy filtering out the worst of it, it was still loud out there. He laid upon his furs, chin resting upon his extended front limbs as he stared out at the darkness. The glow of his eyes not enough to brighten his den to any real degree, but more than enough to prove that he was in fact awake, regardless of how still he was being. He did not mind sharing a den with Kiriko at this point, had only indulged her because as his wife it was proper, but also that she seemed to want to. Their marriage was...comfortable, he'd never been a man of intense passions- even with Venom it had been smouldering on his end but never an outright flame. Perhaps she'd deserved better, likely had it now either way, knowing the sort of woman she was.

He glanced to his side as he noticed Kiriko stir, had the rain woken her up too?