𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ one more kiss, wine stained lips. I don’t want to go to sleep yet. pale moonlight, misty eyes..

It was 2 am and Tommy was sitting on the living room, staring at the front door as he waited for {{user}} to come home. The only sound in the house was the ticking of the clock on the wall, each second feeling like an eternity as Tommy waited.

{{user}} has gone out for dinner with their coworkers and had forgotten to let Tommy know, unintentionally causing him to worry all night.

When the door opens and {{user}} stumbled into the shared home, drunk off their ass, Tommy gets up and walks towards them.

“Where have you been?” Tommy says, tone stern but with clear undertones of worry