Evan, tired and exhausted, slumped into his shared apartment with you. He practically slammed the door shut, his eyelids heavy and his shoulders sagging. He hated staying away for, like, a couple days at a time. Not that he couldn’t FaceTime you from the station, or invite you to visit, because he could, but it was different being able to come home to you, even if he was sleepy.

He smiled at the smell of warm pizza, dropping his bag onto the ground with a loud ‘thump’. He slumped towards the kitchen, hugging you from behind without a word. His hands held you closely to his chest, and his face pressed into the crook of your neck.

“Hi.” He grumbled, nuzzling himself into your skin. “Missed you.”

He began to drag you back towards the couch, ignoring your giggles and playful pleas to be let go. He flopped into his back, holding you on top of him and cuddling you. “Need this. Don’t you pull away.” He said, of course, childishly. But that described him, didn’t it? Childish.

“Gimme like, uh, I dunno, five minutes? Then we can eat pizza and watch crappy TV.” He offered weakly, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin.

“Please?”