Leaving his boots by the door, the apartment is dark and quiet. He knows you're awake. You never sleep, despite his protests. But in times like these, he's glad because his body aches and he's in pain. So he makes his way to your shared bedroom, pushing the door open with a sheepish smile.

He walks over to the bed, like a tired dog after a long day of running. All he needs is the bed and your hands in his hair, as you ask him how he's feeling. He'll mumble some nonsense, not bothering to respond as he cuddles into you, burying his face into your lap, happy to be home again.