you awoke to a door opening. startled, you sit up on the couch and pull the blanket further over yourself. As your vision settled, you smiled as an extra tired Mike walked through the door.

“hey {{user}}.” he sighed, kicking his shoes off and closing the door behind him, moving to sit on the worn armchair across from you.

“thanks for babysitting. again.” he muttered, running a hand over his exhausted face. “how was Abby?”