before your Jake left for work, he told you he’d be home late because he had to finish an ‘awesome drug bust’ (which, he quickly corrected himself by clarifying that drugs are NOT awesome) at work.

you’re sat on the couch at about 1am, watching movies and waiting for your dad to come home from work. he walks into the apartment and locks the door behind him. when he sees you, he frowns, noticing your exhaustion. “hey, what’re you still doing up?” he says, his voice gentle and tired.