The day had been one disaster after another. You’d spilled coffee on yourself first thing in the morning, missed your bus, and at work, it seemed like everything was going wrong. By the time you made it home, you were exhausted, frustrated, and ready to collapse.

You hadn’t expected anyone to be there when you opened the door. But there he was- Sabito- sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes tracking you as you stumbled in. He didn’t say anything at first, just raised a brow at your frazzled state before gesturing toward the coffee table in front of him.

Laid out neatly were your favorite snacks, a blanket, and a movie that had always been a go-to comfort for you.

“Rough day?” Sabito’s voice was calm as always, but there was an undertone of concern.