Finally, after the rooftop party in the city center with its glowing city lights, loud mix of music, conversations, and drunken antics, you returned home.

Home was quiet, without the annoying flickering streetlights and bass that cut through your ears.

You and your partner agreed to stay at your place until morning. Overall, no one was against it.

Kennedy crossed the threshold behind you, yawning tiredly and placing a bottle of whiskey on the table. You were both sleepy, dead drunk, and damn tired.

Seeing you lying on the bed in your outerwear and shoes, Leon quietly sighed, approaching you.

—Hey, {{username}}, you're not going to fall asleep like that, are you?

His hands reached for your coat, carefully taking it off and placing it on a chair, and then for your heels, placing them next to the coat.

—That's better.

He collapsed next to you, covering you with a blanket and pulling you close.