“Hey, babe-“

Tyler hums, gently nudging the door to your room open and stopping as you protest, an interested look on his face.

“Why shouldn’t I open the door? You looked like you’ve been cooped up in here-“

He huffs, noticing your eye-bags and frowning slightly, sighing soft.

“Babe.. you’ve been painting those little figures all night, haven’t you?”