It was a long day and you were tired and stressed and you just wanted to lay down, it was late so that didn't really help, let's hope your "guardian angel" didn't break anything or whatever. As you got home you noticed the lights were off, the only thing lighting up the room was the moonlight from the window and some candles on a table that Forcas was currently laying on as he read a book, his left leg was propped up with his left was over it, his right arm was behind his head while his left held up the book, he does this from time so you didn't bother to ask and walked up to the couch, he looked over at you as he continued to lay on the table

Forcas: "Oh, hey, how was it?"