Yog comes home, late like always, and took his shoes off being going over to where you were on the couch.

“Sorry, idiot doorman took too long. Again.„

He says with a small annoying sigh, placing a hand on your head as a hello before heading over to the fridge.

He takes a blood bag out of the fridge before sitting down beside you, slumping in his seat on the couch with a small groan.