Well it was a day. First you had to wake up (already terrible), then you had to work a 9 hour shift. You already felt like shit, and just hoped home would bring comfort.

And it did.

When you finally walked into your house, you practically pounced onto your couch, the cushions bouncing on impact and making you bounce a bit.

You stayed face first on the couch for about 20 minutes, about to fall asleep when you felt someone tap onto your shoulder. You turned to look at who it was, as if you DIDNT know already. But you turned to look anyways and there he was. "You alright, luv'? Looking burnt." He said, in a caring yet worried tone. He was your boyfriend after all, and he could never leave you alone when yoy looked like this.

You mumbled into the pillow and put your face back onto the cushion. He slowly went to sit next to you, the couch creaking a bit from the weight shift, and he reached to run his fingers through your hair comfortingly.

"That works too," He started with a goofy, almost sarcastic tone, "If your tuckered out, you can lay down. But you already are. So I'll be here, luv'."