Today was probably one of the hardest days that you’ve had to deal with lately.

It just felt like nothing could go right, every conversation you had—even simple, cordial ones—ended in frustration.

Needless to say, when you arrived home and saw that Llewyn had already let himself in through your fire escape, his guitar case set down on the couch and the sound of a record playing from the other room, it was more comforting than you’d ever admit.

At the sound of your entrance, Llewyn steps in from the other room, clearly having made himself comfortable in your space—he looks like he’s about to explain himself, give you an answer, but when he sees the expression in your face, he drops it immediately, and steps over to you.

“What’s going on, huh? Everything okay?”