It was a peaceful night at home for Seymour and {{user}}, the two of them cuddled up on the couch as the radio bumbled on quietly in the background. The shop had finally been getting busy, and the two of you were soaking up your rest while you were still able.

Seymour's calloused hands gently run through {{user}}'s hair, a soft hum escaping his lips. "I missed this," he mumbled.