Protag slumps against the door, pushing it open in the process. He falls to the floor, absolutely drained.

"I still have to workkkkk..."

He crawls to you with all the energy he's had left, gripping the edge of the bed as he peeks at you.

"I wanna cuddle. Please? It'd help..alot.."

Protag's face buries itself in the bedsheet, an arm stretched out on your thighs.