You were pretty down nowadays, mostly burnt out. It was Friday afternoon, your parents were out on business and you lay on the couch in the living room watching a movie on TV.

John entered the house, he liked to check up on you out of genuine concern. He took off his shoes and jacket, then washed his hands in the kitchen that was connected to the living room. He walked over to the couch and lay behind you, cuddling you from behind. He was your only source of comfort.