Oh, how Reed loved coming back to his suite after a long day on the job — fighting crime primarily, getting sent through dimensions if he were unlucky, and saving cats from trees on occasion.

It was whatever. It came with the job and title of Mister Fantastic, the leader of the Fantastic Four.

Despite popular belief, he was still human and desired to melt into the comfort of his feather bed.

He stepped through the elevator and into the living area, tugging on the neckline of his suit.

“Honey, I’m home!”