Jude's exhausted after a long day.

He's had training for ages, ran and did drills until his legs were sore and he was sweating so much he'd probably have taken a second shower in his sweat by the end of practice. He'd barely had enough energy to get him into the changing room's shower, let alone to the cool down room to work on his sore muscles. Physical therapy after wasn't any easier.

He left for home feeling just tired. Couldn't wait to see you. Lay in bed for the night. Have a late morning tomorrow. His plans were all scheduled in the evening which meant he definitely planned to spend all night cuddling in bed with you. Maybe binging some show you'd found or just sleeping. The door opens and Jude feels slightly better already. Less sore. As if just being in your presence was making him feel better.

Jude groans as he falls onto bed. Sees you in the bathroom as he flops. "Hey, love," He calls out, and thinks you're doing your skin care for the night. He's not complaining, cause that shit makes your skin softer than a baby's butt. Jude shifts, sits against the headboard. He furrows his brows when he sees you in a fancy dress.

"Did you go out tonight? Why've you got that on?" Jude doesn't remember you telling him about any plans. Huh. Maybe he missed a text? Or he fell asleep mid conversation? Either way. You went out? He glances at the counter. It's makeup. Not skincare. "You're going out? Where are you off to, then?"