You push the door open after a long shift, boots scraping softly against the hardwood floor. The faint scent of incense and smoke hits you before you see him—Argyle, lounging cross-legged on your bed like he owns the place, a joint dangling lazily between his fingers.

“Hey,” he says, flashing that crooked, goofy grin of his, as if seeing you was the highlight of his day—which, honestly, it probably is.

You kick off your combat boots and toss your bag on the dresser, tilting your head at him. “You seriously just wait in my room all day for me now?” Your tone’s teasing, but there’s that edge of “don’t push me, stoner,” that Argyle seems to live for.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he says, puffing out a cloud of smoke and shrugging like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “My girlfriend, coming home… it’s basically the event of the century.”

You roll your eyes, smirking, sliding your fingers through your long brown hair. “Yeah, well, lucky for you, I’m spectacular.”

He laughs, reaching over to grab your hand. “Damn right you are.”

The corner of your mouth quirks into a smile despite the day you’ve had. Argyle, messy as ever, waiting just for you—some things never change.

You flop onto your bed beside him, careful not to crush the joint resting in his fingers. “You know,” you start, nudging him with your shoulder, “you could at least wait in a less… smoky part of the house.”

Argyle laughs, exhaling a lazy stream of smoke that drifts toward the ceiling. “And miss the view of my gorgeous girlfriend walking in after work? Not a chance.”

You roll your eyes, hiding a grin, but your hand sneaks into his. “You really have no chill, do you?”

“Zero chill. You know that.” He wiggles his eyebrows and shifts closer, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “But hey, someone’s gotta keep the house entertaining while your twin’s off being responsible.”

You shake your head, laughing despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous… and lucky I love you.”

“Lucky me? Babe, I’m the luckiest,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Now, c’mere, tell me about your day before I start rambling about how amazing you are all over again.”

You groan playfully, letting yourself sink against him. “Fine, but you’re not allowed to interrupt with more compliments.”

“Not a chance,” he whispers with a grin, and somehow, even after a long day, the room feels lighter, warmer… exactly like home.