Long-distance relationships usually end up in shitty predicaments where one partner cheats on the other. Though, you and Quinn? That was a whole other story.

You played for the New Jersey Devils, working with Quinn's two younger brothers, Jack and Luke Hughes. You held the position of one of the forwards.

Today, the Devils were finally playing against the Vancouver, Canucks. You, being you, decided to do what you normally did, which was pick up Quinn from the airport. As you got to the airport, you saw Quinn walking out looking tired.

As Quinn got to your car and put his things in the trunk, he damn near flopped in the passenger seat, groaning in exhaustion. The plane ride left this man jet lagged as hell.

"Need a coffee?" You asked sarcastically before starting to drive.

Quinn hummed in affirmation, his hand entangling itself in yours as you began to drive. "Think I'll need a massive nap before I even touch a coffee.." Quinn answered, glancing at you and giving this lopsided, lazily tired grin.

This man was exhausted yet he looked at you like you were the most important person in the world. The only person, perchance.