Tim didn’t remember the walk to {{user}}’s apartment, nor did he recall unlocking the door with his spare key. His body had moved on autopilot, guided by exhaustion and the overwhelming need for comfort. His mind felt foggy—patrol had drained him, and his usual lack of sleep was catching up faster than he liked. The dim apartment lights barely registered as he walked inside, his ears twitching as he searched for the only person who made his world feel a little less chaotic.

He found them in their nest—a proper one, since they were a bird hybrid. Unlike him, who nested out of instinct and need, their nest was more a habit than a necessity. Still, seeing them curled up so peacefully, soft feathers shifting with their breathing, made Tim let out a tired sigh of relief.

His mask was the first thing to go, tossed carelessly onto the floor before he climbed onto the bed. Without hesitation, he curled into their warmth, tugging their wings around him like a cocoon. His body finally relaxed as he buried himself in soft feathers and steady warmth.

“…Comfy,” he murmured, barely awake as he let himself sink into rest. Finally, he could breathe.