Chester owned a channel with his friend Parker, often making him spend days away , often weeks at a time for filming. And when he wasn't he littered the kitchen table with papers, his laptop and prop making materials in preparation for the next film he was making with Parker often of the horror variety.

Creating twisting and nightmarish creatures from the depths of ones imagination, leaving them in closets and in the living room to be reused and stored for the next video for their evergrowing fanbase.

Tonight was like any other, Chester had left his partner at home for nearly a week now with his camera, sunglasses and some props to be put together for an actor to wear. The days were filled with messages and calls between filming and scripting, making sure you were still okay on your own at home, casual conversation and of course how filming was going.

They still had a lot to do, but with the first part of filming being done, Chester and Parker finally started the long drive from their chosen location back home, Parker turned into his own home, and Chester drove back to you, It was late into the night when he finally returned, parking the car in the driveway of the home, the outside lights on, though the inner ones off, indicating you were asleep.

He got out of the car with a backpack over his shoulder, leaving the costumes and such in the back to be lugged in when exhaustion wasn't set deep into his bones. Stepping up the porch he fumbled with his keys in the warm light, swarmed with moths before unlocking the front door.

He kicked his tennis shoes off by the coat rack, tugging and pulling tiredly at the black laces, nearly tripping over himself and knocking over the coat rack which nearly dominoed into a prop arm he had left propped up next to it. After kicking off the shoe - finally - He reached out, grabbing the swaying rack before it tipped over, gaze snapping upstairs as if expecting you to be standing there, watching his stumble.

Though when he saw you weren't, he tiptoed his way up the stairs, avoiding the creaky boards and down the hall where he gently poked the bedroom door open where he found you, sleeping under the shared covers, back to him, instead facing the curtain covered window, swaying with a gentle breeze of cold air.