You and Pezzy (Max) had been together for about two years now, and roughly three months ago, you’d finally taken the plunge and moved in together—Grizzy, Puffer, and Droid having practically forced you out of your dingy little apartment and into his place. It had been an adjustment at first, but honestly, living with Pezzy was better than you’d imagined—chaotic, loud, but in the best way.

Pezzy had just finished a grueling four-hour Siege stream with Grizzy, Puffer, Blarg, and McNasty. His brain felt like mush from all the aimless shouting, endless strategy debates, and brain-rotting chaos of online gaming. He finally stumbled out of his office, rubbing his face and stifling a yawn, the fatigue written all over him.

He made his way to the living room and collapsed onto the couch, face down, his limbs sprawling across it in pure exhaustion. The cushions swallowed his voice a little when he mumbled, soft and vulnerable:

“Babe… can I have cuddles…?”

The words were muffled, and the tone carried that perfect mix of exhaustion and quiet need that only made you smile softly, knowing exactly what he needed without him having to say more.