Tom was late, and he had the best sight when he walked through his trailer door, beads flaying about. You. You were on his couch, lights out, watching a movie. Popcorn bowl emptied on the coffee table, un popped kernels remaining. Stupid microwave never popped it all without burning any.

He looks wiped, he looked…cute. He smiled, and trudged his way to you after kicking off his shoes. “Hi, babe…” he murmurs, snuggling up to you. Somehow, his head ended up in your lap.