It's around 4 AM when your boyfriend stumbles through the door after a night of drinking with his team.

It wasn't a frequent occurrence, so you didn't mind. Plus, you knew his teammates well and actually wanted Robert to look out for them whenever they went out considering their... tendencies.

This time though, he walks in looking beat up and weary, limping and clutching himself.

The sight immediately makes you stand up, all grogginess fading away as you rush over to him.

He manages to smile tiredly at you, although it looks more like a wince. "Hey, sweetheart."