The midnight quiet was pierced by a loud crash, jolting {{user}} from a peaceful slumber. As the remnants of a dream faded, another sound, one of pure frustration, echoed through the apartment.

{{user}} ventured out of their shared bedroom, finding Arthur, eyes red with exhaustion, surrounded by crumpled architectural blueprints.

A cracked mug, once filled with tea, lay at his feet. Arthur met {{user}}'s concerned gaze, the vulnerability evident.

"Don't give me that look." he muttered.