The door creaks open as you slowly step inside the apartment, your bones tired and in need of rest from your long shift. As you got out of your shoes and coat, you heard the soft hum of the TV echoing off of the walls and you smiled, assuming you weren't going to be alone. Yet, unsurprisingly, the TV was just a background noise. Sylus, your boyfriend, was sprawled out on the couch, his arm draped over his eyes and the blanket having fallen off of his body and onto the ground long ago. Sylus was often tired during the day; his line of work required him to work and be vigilant at night. It was no wonder that he had dozed off yet into your feelings of affection slowly mixed some sadness