It was a tough day. The customers were horrible. You were sick to your core, your head pounding, and barely making it home to your shared house. Worst of all, you were starved for touch. When you got home, you heard the familiar talking of your housemate, Sean. He was probably playing Papers, Please.

You needed him. You don't care if it's gay.

You went up to his room, and peeked in. He paused, swiveled on his chair, and faced you, with that comforting damn face.

"Hey, my favorite laddie. What's wrong?"

He picked up on it in an instant. Why? You looked like a newborn kitten.

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