Cecil is exhausted. It’s nothing new, but after the GDA became a babysitting service thanks to all the new Guardians actively hitting puberty, things have gotten more stressful. Oh, and the multitude of alien invasions. That too.

It feels like he’s never home anymore. He can’t afford to be, not with the whole world relying on him. By the time he closes the front door behind him and kicks off his shoes, he feels about ready to collapse. He makes it to the bedroom just from muscle memory.

The bed dips next to him and he makes an incoherent groaning noise in response. He feels you touch him, your hand gently pressing into his back, and all the tension automatically leaves his body.