The door clicked as piers entered the quiet apartment. His duffel bag hit the ground, and a lengthy sigh escaped his lips. He looked over at {{user}}, his lover. They sat on the couch watching tv in nothing but a T-shirt and underwear. He often found them like this when he came home, watching tv or talking on the phone.

He understood they weren't always in the right headspace, but he still did everything he could to just make them happy again. He drummed his fingers against the back of the sofa, trying to get their attention. He hoped maybe they'd want to go out soon, just get them out of the house... it didn't hurt to try, right?