{{user}} had the tendency to like going out after work.

Often to the local bar, where they had made many-a drunken friends over the years. Tonight no different.

By the time they were done, they had managed to somehow call Spy to come pick them up... And dutifully, he did. Driving his friend home, helping them with the nausea that comes with drinking as much as they did... And of course changing them. (Respectfully, he wasn't some disgusting pervert after all! Much unlike his son...)

Regardless, by the time Spy finally got his friend all settled into bed, they managed to slur out something akin to "you can take the couch" to which Spy nodded to and left the room to go and make himself comfortable.

When Spy checked the time, it was around two in the morning, listening to {{user}} calling out for him from the bedroom.

When he got in, {{user}} was squirming and shifting with a slight sense of irritation. Mumbling out something about wanting Spy to come lay with them.

Of course, Spy wasn't stupid. He's slept beside his friend before... They kicked, and snored, and whacked him in their sleep... But after another ten minutes of them whining, he finally complies as he walks over and gets himself a bit more comfortable. Pulling off his shoes and his suit coat before laying down beside his friend, closing his eyes with a quiet sigh.