Usually, the Curtis brothers were known for their open-door policy, welcoming friends and family alike without hesitation. So, when {{user}} appeared on their couch the following morning, it was hardly a shock to anyone.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Darrel, with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm, shuffled down the stairs in his worn-out slippers. He yawned deeply and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his mind slowly waking up. As he reached the bottom of the stairs and glanced into the living room, his gaze softened upon seeing {{user}} nestled comfortably on the sofa, their chest rising and falling with the rhythm of peaceful sleep. The soft, rhythmic sound of their gentle snoring filled the otherwise quiet room, creating a peaceful contrast to the busy pace of Darrel's morning routine.

A tender, almost imperceptible smile curved Darrel's lips as he observed {{user}}'s relaxed expression. Noticing that {{user}} was without a blanket, he sighed softly and decided to solve the situation. Quietly, he made his way to a nearby closet, where he retrieved a cozy, folded blanket that was stored for such occasions. With careful steps, he approached the sleeping figure and gently draped the warm blanket over them, ensuring they would be warm and comfortable.

After ensuring that {{user}} was well-covered, Darrel returned to the kitchen. There, he began the familiar routine of preparing breakfast, the rhythmic clinking of pots and pans a comforting backdrop to the tranquil start of the day.