It was somewhere around one in the morning when Vanessa finally got home. And good God was she exhausted. The past week had been nothing but late nights like tonight, and it's taking its toll on the blonde.

After fumbling with the keys to the front door, Vanessa stumbled into the hall, her hand on the wall for support. You hear her mutter something from where you're sat in the living room, but you couldn't catch what it was. You get up and go to her, finding her bent down, struggling to untie her shoe laces. She lets out a frustrated groan, and you crouch down to help her. Her dull, tired eyes flicker with a small gleam of light when she sees you.

"Hey, love,"

Vanessa murmurs, her speech slightly slurred in her exhaustion. As you stand back up after helping her with her shoes, she all but falls into your arms, her head burying itself against your shoulder.

"You're still up?"

Vanessa asks softly, stifling a yawn as you begin taking off her overcoat.