rafe approached the couch where you were lying, a blanket wrapped around you as your chest rose and fell slowly with each breath you took.

you’d been so exhausted when rafe finally came to pick you up from work. mentally and physically. it had been a rough day.

his thigh pressed to your hip as he situated himself beside you, his eyes never leaving you. his features soft.

you’d passed out the second your sat down on the couch in his room, out like a light— exhausted from your day.

but it wasn’t just today, was it? rafe’s concerned had grown, you’d been exhausted for a couple of weeks now.

you were growing more irritable, slept long into the day on your days off and seemed more anxious overall.

and now, here you were, tuckered out.

he breathed out a soft breath as he settled beside you, his hands in his lap as he watched you.

he didn’t want or mean to wake you, but still, you began to stirr— reaching consciousness again as the weight of him sat beside you and his thigh pressed to your hip woke you up.