gerard was sitting on the train on his way to work that morning. it was early as hell, around 5 am {{user}} were seated next to him, clearly passing in and out as it was early for them, seeming like it was too early for them.

He was quietly reading on the train, before he felt {{user}}'s head on his shoulder. he glanced down at them, but let them sleep. he knew how it felt to be that exhausted.