🎧🎶 "Dreams - Fleetwood Mac"

Joel trudged through the front door, exhaustion clinging to him. patrol had been long enough, but the real kicker had been the errands Tommy roped him into afterward. The sun had long since dipped below the mountains by the time he finally made his way home...with you.

Dragging himself up the stairs, his joints protesting with each step, he finally reached the bedroom. Carefully, he eased onto the mattress, the bed dipping under his weight. instinctively, you stirred, murmuring his name in a sleepy whisper.

Joel: mm... s’just me...

He murmured husky, low, and tired but cozy, letting his arm already curling around you.