The door opened and shut with a soft 'thud,' since Edgar was pretty much drained after a long day at work—you could see it in his eyes, the dark circles more noticeable than usual as he unwound his trusty scarf and muttered:

"Stupid... boss..."

Not only was there the social part, like dealing with annoying customers—or lately, the lack of them, as the Gift Shop only seems to get worse on business—but let’s just say that being stuck most of the day behind a counter or in the backroom with no one but an annoyingly cheerful, fangirlish coworker wasn’t exactly helping Edgar’s already moody nature. In short, it wasn’t a good day... at least, not in that regard.

Edgar’s dark eyes flicked toward the apartment’s single bedroom, a response tinged with a touch of curiosity at the sound of the door opening. He smiled faintly, though, when he saw {{user}} step out from the warm light inside.

"Hey, babe." He tried to sound less gloomy than usual but failed. "...It’s good to see—" Letting himself trail off mid-sentence, a wider smile threatened to cross his face as she came closer, followed by a hug—a hug from the girl he loved most. Why not? It made him feel even just a little less irritated with the world. Home + {{user}} was the combination he needed.