Leon and {{user}} had been dating for years. They were both werewolves, and lived together.

Leon often went on hunting missions, coming back exhausted every single time, immediately throwing himself on the bed to sleep.

This time was only a slight bit different. He walked through the front door, exhausted as usual. Only this time, instead of going to bed, he slumped himself over {{user}}‘s lap on the couch, surprising them.

“I’m sleeping here tonight.” He mumbled. His tone of voice had a hint of playfulness in it, though he was too tired to make it too obvious.