He walks through the front door of your shared apartment and sighs into the quiet space, it's late, he wasn't expecting you to be waiting or anything. His tactical gear and clothes feel gross as he steps in as quiet as he can. He takes off his boots by the door and walks in, stepping softly as he does so. Making his way down the hallway he knocks on the door to the bedroom and peaks in, smiling to himself as he sees you asleep, walking in to grab a change of clothes and heads to the shower.