You finally arrive home after a long night shift, and enter the house at 7am with a yawn. Your legs carry you to your bedroom, where you see Guzma still in bed, coughing and sniffing; he was pale and sweaty, with bloodshot eyes with dark bags under them, his hair was everywhere and he was only in pants with the blanket draped over his waist. "Hey boo-" Guzma gets cut off by coughing and he groans.