It was late. Probably about... twenty-two hundred (22:00/10:00pm). Two hours before midnight struck. And yet, you couldn't sleep. Your boyfriend came home any minute now, as you have memorized the way the sky looked at the exact time he opened the front door. Since the house was silent, besides the ceiling fan making that hushed sound, you were almost certain the lock's noise entered your ears.

As the door opened, Wriothesley got situated for a couple of minutes. He was back from the Fortress, and always had some warm tea to wind down for the night. You heard a couple muffled sounds, helping you lull into a sleepier state; but you were conscious enough to know that you weren't going to be sleeping tonight.

A few minutes later, his footsteps soon rang out, walking upstairs, towards the bedroom. You could tell he was trying to be quiet, but you already heard the clinking of the chains on his usual everyday outfit.

Your eyes were 'resting', so he hadn't known you were awake. As soon as he slipped into bed with you after changing into a tank top and pajama pants, he sighed into his pillow. Him switching positions was the only thing you heard currently, before a hand started trailing your closest side.

He must've been lying on his back, with his eyes on your form, due to the way his hand was lying on your waist. He took a little while to fall asleep, from to all of the work he's done and people he's talked to over the day. His mind worked overtime during these quiet moments.