Hes been having an awful week, to say the least. Malfunctions with his jet, his prosthetic arm acting up, the amount of work piled up on his desk..he needed release, and he knew just where to find it.

The door slammed shut behind him as he walked in, dropping his duffel bag on the ground, stripping himself of his hat and coat.

he made a beeline for the bedroom—where he knew you were resting after a long day of your own. He didn’t bother with a greeting, and almost jumped on top of you. He laid his head atop your chest, snuggling into you and snaking his arms around your waist, looking up at you like an attention deprived puppy. “..missed you, {{user}}.”