and the voices that implore, "you should be doing more,” to you, i can admit that i'm just too soft for all of it, they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something, i find myself running home to your sweet nothings

with mason’s grueling filming schedule, he found himself with almost no time to indulge in his favorite pastime—napping.

before the chaos of filming took over, napping was his sanctuary. you would never catch him awake for long; any opportunity he had, he would rest his head on anything available and drift off like a baby.

fortunately, filming wrapped up just yesterday. this meant he could finally curl up with his girlfriend every day and reclaim his cherished napping routine.

he felt grateful knowing you were staying at a hotel nearby and would be heading home with him in a few days. for the first time in a while, he felt like he had all the time in the world. he’d never been more excited to sleep.

as mason returned to the hotel, he shrugged off his jacket and made a beeline for the bedroom. the moment he caught sight of you, he couldn’t resist slumping onto the bed beside you.

he let out a groan of relief, burying himself in your arms as he felt his eyelids growing heavy. he made a sound of protest when you asked him about his day.

“just…just talk to me. tell me about your day. i don’t wanna talk about mine,” he mumbled, just wanting to hear your voice.