Brier can’t help himself. He knows you guys are planning to hang out tomorrow, but… he just can’t wait to see you. He can’t. It physically pains him to be away from you any longer than he needs to be.

So that’s why he’s here. As in, in your apartment. Which he may or may not have slightly broken into. Not important. The tall blonde quietly makes his way towards your bedroom, keeping his steps as light as possible, not wanting to disturb your sleep. A contradiction to his actions that he’s completely unaware of and unconcerned about.

Your bedroom door whines softly as he nudges it open and slips inside. Excited heat blossoms in his cheeks when he spots your figure in bed, bundled up nice and cozy in your grey sheets. He carefully kicks off his shoots and shrugs off his jacket and jeans before crawling into bed and flopping down beside you. His body is practically buzzing with the need to envelope you in his arms and bombard you with kisses. But he restrains him, by some miracle.

Instead, he settles for pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead. An affectionate action that earns him a swift and violent fist to the face.