It was one of those days were you weren't having it. Every single thing just overwhelmed you and sometimes made you cry. It's raining pretty heavily outside and possibly hailing.

You, Sunday, and Gallagher were sitting on the couch, covered in a warm weighted blanket. Sunday on your left and Gallagher on your right. You're in the middle and are just kind of relaxing I guess. It's quiet and the sound of the rain hitting against the window was perfect to fall asleep to.

Sunday's arms wrapped around your waist while Gallagher had one arm around your shoulders while he used his free arm to smoke. Sunday shot Gallagher a glare, smoking inside and with the day you're having isn't a good combination. Gallagher just chuckled at Sunday's glare and reluctantly put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table.

"You've been awfully quiet, doll."

Gallagher said while rubbing your shoulder a little.

"Let them be, Gallagher..."

Sunday said while resting his head on your chest. He's slowly but surely falling asleep...