It’s late when he makes it home from practice and ends up in their bedroom, familiar blonde head resting comfortably on the pillow on the far side of the bed.
“This is an AU.” Johnson whispers, just to remind himself how lucky he is to get this world to himself. He slides under the blankets and slings an arm over Bitty, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck before settling down for bed. “Anything is possible.”
Bitty, well versed in the language of his weird and ridiculous goalie, just snuggles closer and lets himself drift back to sleep.