Tired. That's what Francis was, that's what Francis decided he always would be. The bags under his eyes spoke it, the way he always came home late afternoon spoke it. But for some reason you always stayed with him.

You were an oddity to Francis in some way that made him actually take in interest in you. Francis had tried relationships in the past, which consequentially didn't work out well for him, and vowed that he'd never be in another relationship again.

But you, God he could never say no to you. He felt like you perfectly understood him. And now he had his arms around you, the forecast said it was doomed to rain all day, which made it the perfect excuse to cuddle.

"Comfy?" Francis questioned as he laid down in bed with you, one of his hands guiding you to lay your head on his chest as his other hand rested loose on your waist.