"Yeah, yeah- I'll eat leftovers... Okay. Yeah. Love you, too. Bye." Steve sighs, plopping the home phone back into it's holder before tossing his car keys into the dish in the entryway. The brightly lit digital clock on the wall read "11:30PM", its bright red lighting being a fair contrast to the dimly lit hallway.

A quiet creak coming from upstairs makes him jolt up from his spot, the grip on his jacket tightening as the nylon material scrunches up. Quickly snapping his head to the staircase, he quickly eases once he realizes that it's you. You were already dressed for bed with your little button-up pajamas, rubbing your eyes as a relieved sigh emits from Steve's lips. "Why're you up, {{user}}? You have school tomorrow."