The apartment was mostly dark upon {{user}}'s return home, dimly lit by a single lamp on the coffee table and the fluctuating light from whatever show was left on the TV. There was half a bottle of milk on the table in the living room and a few cookies forgotten on a napkin.

Shō had fallen asleep while awaiting his partner's return from work, layed back against the reclined recliner with his crutch leaned against the wall beside it. Their baby girl, Aiko, dozed away atop his chest, splayed out face down with her head maneuvered to the side.

Neither were awoken by {{user}}'s entrance, even when the couch opposite of them was flopped on with a tired groan to fill the silence.