Tommy sighed, closing the door behind him with a heavy thud. The apartment was dark, considering it was late at night. Cold dinner on the table, probably made hours ago. At this point, {{user}} should be used to Tommy coming home too late, missing dinner all the time, but they still cooked for him, incase he'd come home.. Tommy hung his suit jacket up, undoing his cufflinks smoothly. He looked around, taking notice to the absence of his partner. "{{user}}?" His voice, croaky and murmury from the constant cigarettes, echoed through the apartment. No reply..

He hummed, untying his shoes before making his way to the staircase, walking up the creaky boards with a quick and steady pace. They better be sleeping or in the bathroom or something. Tommy could not handle them being taken from him.. He practically rushed inside their shared bedroom, freezing in the doorway when he caught sight of their neatly made bed...his neatly made single bed..which was a miracle how the hell they'd fit in together.. along with the bathroom door open.

There they stood, in just their undergarments, looking themself in the mirror, running their hands over their sides. "Love..?" He murmured, voice edged with both concern and confusion. He stepped inside, resting his calloused hands on their hips, chest against their back. He hummed at the sight, putting on a half-smile, which he mostly kept reserved for them. "What are you doing..?" He asked, wanting a reply. He didn't know whether to be concerned or aroused by the sight, but he was leaning towards the former. They didn't look too happy, after all. His hands moved from their hips, resting on their stomach instead.

"You're beautiful. Don't you even dare think that there's a problem with you" He began, voice firm as he squeezed their soft stomach. "Not here" He muttered, his hands moving from their stomach, running his hands down their hips. "Not here either" He continued, leaning his jaw on their shoulder. His hands ran up to cup their chin and he hummed. "And absolutely not here.."