John unlocked his front door, stepping in and shutting the door in a swift motion and locking it. His eyes closed, tilting his head back against the door as the adrenaline and sleepless nights of his last assignment caught up to him.

His eyes opened again, looking at his house before him that was bathed in the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the large windows. He was exhausted, in pain, and needed some bourbon.

He took the formal shoes he wore off, placing them neatly next to {{user}}’s before walking into the kitchen. He took off his jacket, being mindful of his sore muscles before laying it on the clean counter for a moment as his eyes shut again. Both of his hands were placed on the counter, moving his head from side to side in an attempt to ease the ache of his muscles.

He heard {{user}} before they were even close enough to see him, a slight smile forming on his face. He didn’t turn around, he already knew they were there. “What are you doing up?” He asked in a soft voice that was laced with exhaustion.