Mic entered the door after a long night, immediately going to the sofa and flopping down onto it, exhausted. He hugged the nearest pillow with a soft grip, feeling the weight of the day finally catching up to him. "Stay... I want cuddles," he muttered to himself, craving the comfort of someone's presence.

He pulled the pillow closer, longing for the warmth and reassurance it provided. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh, finding solace in the embrace of the soft fabric beneath him.