It had been a long, exhausting day for Johnny. One-four-one's training had been particularly brutal recently, training for a large, important mission that was coming up, but that didn't make Johnny any less moody from the continuous cycle.

Johnny slumps his coat off with a groan, leaving it on the couch. He rubs his hand over his eyes and down to scratch over his stubble, feet carrying him towards your bedroom.

"Got enough room for me in 'ere, hen?" Playfulness hangs off his question when he crawls up next to you in your nest, his arms slinking around you. A deep, exhausted sigh leaves him, leaning more into you.