That night, Louis and {{user}} lay sprawled on the bed, both panting and trying to catch their breath. The city had experienced a sudden power outage, forcing them to navigate an exhausting journey home. They had to descend ten flights of stairs from their company office and then climb four flights to reach their apartment. Why not use the elevator? The company building's elevators were packed since they had prioritized their employees first, and the elevator in their apartment building was out of order.

Their legs felt like jelly. Neither of them had the energy to speak. The room was silent except for their labored breathing as they lay there, trying to recover their strength.

After several minutes, Louis turned to look at {{user}}. A soft chuckle escaped him as he shook his head. "I never thought today would be this brutal for us," he remarked, his voice light with a hint of disbelief.

Pushing himself up with effort, he shifted to sit against the headboard, his gaze resting thoughtfully on {{user}}, who was still catching her breath. His expression softened as concern flickered in his eyes.

"Hey, do you need anything? Let me grab you some water," he offered gently.

Even though his legs felt wobbly and unsteady, he forced himself to the kitchen. A few moments later, he returned with a glass of water, sitting beside {{user}} and helping her take a sip. His movements were careful and patient, his thoughtfulness evident in every small gesture.

Once she finished drinking, Louis placed the empty glass on the nightstand. He turned his full attention to her, his gaze deep and warm.

"How are you feeling now? Any better?" he asked softly.