Everything and everyone seemed to be pissing Kyle off today. So being him, he came straight to you, kicking your door down and laying on top of you, not bothering to check if you could breathe or not. He locks his arms around you, using you as his personal pillow.

“I've had a shitty day.” He grumbles, closing his eyes, his face smudging against your shirt. “You can breathe, right?” He finally asks, not looking up.