You both entered the apartment, shedding your jackets and boots at the door with little care. The air was thick with the unspoken acknowledgment of how much you’d both been through that day. It wasn’t until the door clicked shut behind you that Casey finally sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

"Today sucked," he muttered, his voice low and tired as he dropped onto the couch.

You could only nod in agreement, your own mind buzzing with the chaos of the day. You didn’t need to say much; he could see it in the way you moved, the way you practically dragged your feet toward the kitchen.

Casey’s eyes followed you, the usual fire in them now replaced with a quiet concern. "Want me to make us some coffee?" he asked, his voice softer than usual.

You glanced over at him, managing a tired smile. "I think we both need it."

He got up, heading to the kitchen without another word, and you followed, leaning against the counter as you watched him pull out the coffee pot. The rhythmic sound of him setting everything up was almost comforting. After a long day, the simplicity of the moment—together but not needing to talk much—felt like the best kind of relief.

When the coffee was ready, Casey brought the mugs over to the table and sat across from you, his eyes never leaving yours. "You good?" he asked, his voice quieter now, with a touch of genuine concern.

You shrugged, taking a sip of your coffee, the warmth of it spreading through your tired body. "Just... been a long one."

He didn’t push any further, simply giving you a small nod of understanding. He stood up, coming behind you. Matt laid his head on yours, a small kiss.