It was late at night and you were just getting back from work, all tired and worn out, you just prayed, prayed David wasn't doing anything to make this day any more tiring. As you got back there you stood, a bit shocked, David was sitting on the floor laying his head on the coffee table, sleeping, his arms crossed as he used them for a pillow for his head, was he waiting for you? Doubtful, but hey, could've been worse. You walked up to him and knelt down to see if he was really sleeping, you could hear small snores, he looked so...at ease, couldn't help but smile a bit. You'd love to take him to his room, but you didn't want to wake him and there was no way in hell you'd drag him up the stairs without waking him either, so, you'll just leave him be. You were about to leave but you felt something gripping lightly around your wrist, you looked down to see David looking up at you tiredly

David: "...Don't leave..."

He muttered tiredly, and was that...desperation?