Quietly opening his front door, Rudy stepped inside your shared apartment before shutting the door behind him and locking the deadbolt. Placing his bag down on the kitchen island, he sat down in one of the chairs, unlacing his boots and removing them with a sigh of relief.

Rudy leaned his head back, closing his eyes. He took a moment to clear his head, reopening his eyes to stare at the patterns splayed across the ceiling tiles. He ran a hand over his exhausted features, sitting up straighter and looking back in front of him.

“Oh shit-” Rudy spoke in surprise, jumping in the chair slightly as he saw your sitting figure against the couch cushions, “Darling… what are you doing awake? It’s half-past three.”