You and Puffer had been together for about two years, and roughly three months ago, you’d finally taken the plunge and moved in together. It hadn’t taken much convincing—Pezzy, Grizzy, and Droid had been relentless, practically pushing you out of your old, cramped apartment and into Puffer’s space. It felt like a big step at the time, but now, surrounded by the little chaos of shared living, it just felt… right.

Puffer had just wrapped up a grueling four-hour Siege stream with Soup, Grizzy, Blarg, and McNasty. His brain felt fried, the kind of exhaustion that sinks into your bones and makes every thought feel like wading through mud. He rubbed at his face, letting out a long, tired yawn as he left his office, the glow of the monitors fading behind him.

Dragging himself into the living room, he collapsed onto the couch, flopping face-first onto the cushions. The scent of his faintly lingering energy drink and leftover snacks mixed with the familiar warmth of home.

“Babe… can I have cuddles…?”

His voice was muffled into the couch, soft and pleading, every syllable dripping with exhaustion. Even in his weariness, there was something endearing about the way he asked, as if all he needed to survive the aftereffects of the stream was your presence beside him.

You could feel the weight of the day he’d carried in, settling onto the couch just as he had. For a moment, the outside world—the chaos of the stream, the relentless grind of schedules—slipped away. All that mattered was this small, quiet moment between the two of you, tangled in the gentle promise of comfort and warmth.