Touring was fun. Being up on stage, people cheering and calling out their names- it was exhilarating.

But also…pretty exhausting. It was nice to be able to be home for a while, no parties, no craziness, a bit of peace.

He just didn't quite remember when he started to think of your place as home.

He dropped in without warning, not even knocking.

“My bags are still in my car,” he sighed, walking over and stretching out on your couch, taking way more room than was necessary. Man spreading was a habit that couldn't be kicked with him.

“I missed you, you know,” he smiled slightly, dark shadows underneath his eyes an effect of his usual partying.

“I'm with you all weekend before I have to head back.”