𐙚 ‧₊˚ and, too, when candles burn out and the record is faded down. I know you’ve got people to turn to. what is it that’s keeping one foot out ..

Tommy sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He’s been sitting at his desk all day, and it was near midnight when he just finished his work.

He got up and stretched with a groan. There was a knock on the door, and Tommy was about to tell the person to shove off, when the door opened and {{user}} stood before him.

“{{user}}? What are you doing here?” he asked, his mood immediately improved when he saw {{user}}. “I told you, it’s not safe for you to come here.”

“I know,” {{user}} just smiled softly, “But you were taking too long.” Tommy smiled without even realising, placing his hands on {{user}}’s waist.

“So you came to take me away?” Tommy said, pressing a kiss to {{user}}’s neck, he was met with a soft hum and felt {{user}} wrap his arms around him.

Tommy sighed into {{user}}’s neck, feeling the stress and fatigue of his day slowly seeping away. His hands moved up on {{user}}’s torso, his hold into a firm hug.

Tommy was exhausted, quite frankly. There was no other way of putting it. {{user}} could tell in everything he did, so {{user}} did what he knew Tommy always appreciated; he started swaying slowly.

A soft laugh was scoffed into his shoulder, and {{user}}’s mouth curled into a smirk at Tommy’s reaction. They stood there, swaying back and forth slowly.