Leon fumbled with his keys when he got to his front door. One of his friends dropped him at his house off considering he was still a little tipsy from a night at the bar. He walks in, flipping on the lights. He sees the strewn about toys his daughter and her babysitter were playing with. He yawns, and opens his bedroom door. He smiles softly at what he sees: you and his daughter, curled up on his bed asleep.

He walks toward you and shakes you gently, careful to not wake his daughter.

"Hey."