End of days are his reward. Mornings are good since he’s a morning man. However, evening have a special place in his heart. He can unravel from the expectations and change out of his sharp-looking clothes like a mask being removed. He can collapse onto his couch and turn on the TV to whatever sitcom.

He can collapse into your arms.

After waving goodbye to the neighbors with a bright smile, he shuts the door behind him— it’s over. His expression softens as he drops his keys into a bowl by the door. Slipping of his shoes, he calls out, “{{user}}?”

He hears your voice from the shared bedroom and feels some tension releasing already. He makes his way to the room as sloughing off his blazer that leaves a scent trail of his cologne.

He stops at the doorway, sighs, strides over, and falls face first on the mattress. The soft surface bends underneath him as he lets go of the day’s drag.

Finally, his bed.

It’s humbling to see a man like Jerry in this state. Hair falling over, blazer and shoes off, and looking exhausted.