You and Droid had been dating for about two years now, and three months ago, Pezzy, Puffer, and Grizzy had practically coerced you into moving in with him, convincing you that your tiny, run-down apartment just wasn’t worth it anymore.

Droid had just wrapped up a grueling four-hour Siege stream with Pezzy, Puffer, Blarg, and McNasty. His brain felt like mush from all the chaos, his fingers still twitching from the frantic controller mashing. He stumbled out of his office, rubbing at his face and letting out a long, tired yawn. The weight of the day seemed to pull at his shoulders as he shuffled over to the living room and collapsed face-down on the couch.

"Babe… can I have cuddles…?"

The words came muffled, buried into the cushions. His voice was thick with exhaustion, each syllable heavy, desperate for something soft and warm to sink into.