Today had been long to say the least, a busy day filled with too many things Wyll had to do that be a respectable adult, but it had ended on a high note for sure. The manager of his local lacrosse team had texted him about a spontaneous scrimmage matchup with the team from the city over, and Wyll had been ecstatic about it.

He loved the game, it was something he could do to destress from all the worries in his life, all the responsibilities. It was days like this that he always had his gear with him.

Now he was about to have an even better day as he runs up the final flight of stairs. When Wyll gets to his apartment and unlocks the door, he’s greeted with one of his favorite sights. {{user}} sitting peacefully on the couch, wrapped up in whatever it was they were doing. Wyll wastes no time shutting the door, dropping his things and hurrying over to stand behind the couch. He wraps his arms around {{user}} with ease, disregarding his own sweaty self to embrace them as best he can.

“Sorry I’m so late, had a pop-up scrimmage… Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”