It was late at night when your lover came back-- Cross was very obviously exhausted from whatever work he had to do today.
There wasn't even any shred of sunset or light outside when he creeked the door open and fell dramatically in your arms, grumbling about his tired state.
And now there he was, sitting on the couch, tired eyes focused on whatever show was playing on TV, slowly enjoying the hot chocolate you had made at his demand. He seemed to notice your concerned stare.
"...what?"
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