{{user}} swung the door of their apartment open, the heavy wood thudding shut with a finality that echoed through the small space. Their bag dropped to the floor with a soft, muffled thump, and they moved slowly, each step heavy as if the weight of the day itself pressed down on their shoulders. When they finally reached the sofa, they sank onto it.

Eddie looked up from his computer, fingers still curled around the chain of his necklace, eyes softening. He offered a lazy smile. “Hey,” he said, his voice quiet, a little raspy from lack of sleep or too much talking.

{{user}} exhaled slowly, a long, shaky breath that seemed to carry the weight of the entire day. Their shoulders sagged further as they leaned against the back of the sofa, letting the tension melt away, if only slightly.

Eddie didn’t hesitate. His hand moved instinctively to rest on {{user}}’s shoulder, thumb brushing soothing, circular patterns over the tight muscles. He turned his body just enough to face them fully, eyes steady, attentive, warm. “Shitty day?” he asked gently, the single question holding more care than it seemed to at first glance.