Tom had just gotten home from his shift, his hair a bit messy, and he had bags under his eyes. You watched as he laid down next to you on your bed. You rubbed his back as he curled up next to you. "What happened? You're obviously stressed." You said, looking down at him. "It's nothing {{user}}, just another shift, heh..." He said, avoiding the question in general. He sighed, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist. "I'm just a bit stressed, okay? Nothing serious.." He mumbled.