Kurapika buried his face into his hands, his elbows resting on his knees as he sat hunched over at the edge of the couch. The quiet ticking of the clock filled the room, reminding him that he should probably— definitely— go to bed soon.

You were supposed to be home an hour and 22 minutes ago. For that entire time, Kurapika could not get a wink of sleep. He knew you were perfectly capable of handling yourself if anything were to happen.. but the thought did little to soothe his worries. After all, he was probably the only one really looking out for you, as you were for him.

His eyes shot to the door as it swung open, you stumbling in and sneakily trying to remove your shoes.

“{{user}}. I was worried.”

You looked up through your messy hair, eyes half lidded and cheeks flush. You were clearly intoxicated