God, today was exhausting.

Whole morning spent on the road, a gig in the afternoon, after-gig autographs… it’s been a wild tour. It’s fun, but so tiring.

You and Alex share a hotel room, while Matt, Jamie, and Nick all had their own rooms. You were both hungry, so you went downstairs to grab some stuff from the hotel’s buffet.

When you came back, Alex was laying on the bed, his back turned to you, slightly curled in in himself, his normal clothes still on, his jeans a little low so you could see the waistband of his grey gap boxers, and his grey long sleeved shirt had ridden up, revealing his smooth lower back. You could somewhat see a quarter of his face from when you were standing, and he just looked so… peaceful.