“Jesus..”

He collapsed down on his couch, squeezing his brow. Just as he was about to relax, he heard a knock on his door. He grunted as he got up, running a bruised hand through his greasy, unwashed hair. Fuck, it was one of those days wasn’t it?

He opened the door, being face to face with the only person he cared about seeing on days like this.. you.