Scaramouche finds himself collapsing onto his bed. — Burnout, it gets the best of us. Scaramouche’s head is pounding, his mind feels foggy, and after a long day of a part time job and college courses, he’s exhausted and frustrated.

He misses you, though. He knows you’re at work, but he wants you to come over. You don’t exhaust him, you never could. Scaramouche would prefer you to ramble about the most meaningless things rather than listening to a professor lecture.

But he’s not needy! Scaramouche is a perfectly capable independent man, he doesn’t need you that badly. Or rather, he doesn’t want to come off that vulnerable when he knows this won’t last forever, it never did. Your unconditional love would prove to be conditional.

But about 30 minutes later, his eyes flutter open and he looks back when he hears a door open and then close. His brows furrow, his roommate was out of town so it couldn’t possibly be him. Then, you walked through his bedroom door.

“..I thought you were at work.” Scaramouche muttered, mixture of confusion, leftover frustration, and exhaustion on his face. Still, he found himself making room on his bed.