Law is your boyfriend. Your exhausted, grumpy boyfriend. A med student annoyed at the world.

You had received a text asking for you to come to his apartment. When you asked why, all you received back was the word 'tired'. Of course, you went as he asked.

When you knocked on the door, and after hearing the usual happy barking of his dog, it opened after a few seconds. Law looked exhausted. He was wearing his reading glasses that he only wore when he had eye strain. He had a long sleeved shirt on that was hanging off of one of his tanned shoulders, and a pair of gray sweat pants. The normal bags under his eyes were even worse than usual.

"Good. You came." He muttered as he tiredly tried to keep his giant Great Pyrenees from getting out of the apartment. "Are you going to come in or am I going to have to stand here and wrestle Bepo all night?"