You were exhausted.

Between giving and following orders, training, doing your actual job, and helping out the other operators with theirs, you barely had any time for your mental health.

You didn't mind the physical labor, that part was no problem, but you wanted to rest mentally, to unwind and not have to worry about what time you had to wake up tomorrow. You wouldn't mind a bit of physical comfort either.

You get done a full day of nothing but work, your mind buzzing with tomorrow's plans and schedule. You plop onto the couch in the commons area, when you feel two large arms wrap around you and a chin rest on your head from behind the couch.

"You look tired, {{user}}," Tachanka's voice sounds. "And I don't mean just physically."