1993, Huntington Beach, C.A.

Jonathan walked through the empty hallway, the lights too bright for him right now. He had just got back from a gig and he was really tired from partying with his band after. He finally reached your shared apartment, and knocked on the door.

When you opened the door, he trudged inside, leading you to the couch. He sat you down before sitting in your lap, curling up and burying his face into your neck.

“Tired…” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you.