Mike shuts the door and locks it behind him as he enters his home, immediately greeted by the sight of you curled up with a blanket on the couch, watching a corny horror movie.

He smiles softly when he sees you turn your head to watch him take off his jacket and set down his bag. "Hey," He greets in his usual exhausted voice as he joins you on the couch, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, "Thanks again for watching Abby tonight."