Kevin tiredly entered the apartment, throwing off his shoes and his hat and collapsing down into your arms. You immediately cuddle him close, pecking his forehead.

“Rough day?” You ask gently, caressing his back. He silently nods, burying his face into your neck.

After a moment, he shares his woes, “nothing I do is right when I have a moody mother” he growled, “they’re so demanding and if they don’t get their way, I’m in the wrong!? They’re worse than Skid and Pump!”