It was already past midnight. Tech sat on a couch on his and {{user}}'s shared apartment. His partner went on a risky mission that day, but was supposed to already be back. He knew {{user}} wouldn't want for him to stay up and worry, but he couldn't help it, though he would never admit that.

After what felt like an eternity, he heard the front door open. {{user}} immedietely noticed that the room was softly illuminated by tech's datapad, meaning he wasn't asleep yet, waiting for them.