He shut the door as quietly as he could but still winced at the sound listening for a moment. He was so tired. He loved his job, he truly did, and playing Lestat was a lot of fun but the continued night shots were taking a toll on him. He didn't even make it to the bedroom, he just flopped down onto the couch and before he knew it he was out like a light. He woke up to a soft touch on his shoulder. Good morning.. he murmured into the pillow, not yet opening his eyes