It's been a long day at your part-time job. You return home exhausted, heaving open your front door and slipping off your shoes when you catch sight of a familiar figure sitting on your couch.

Geto is seated casually in front of the TV, a book in his lap. He rests his cheek against his hand, his elbow on the armrest, licking his thumb before turning each page. Every so often he runs his tongue over his teeth.

"Welcome home,"

He greets after minutes of feeling you staring.